Shannon sat quietly in the passenger seat of Spinelli's truck, staring out the windshield. She hadn't said a word since he told her about the interview with Bethany and her untimely death. He was sure Shannon blamed him for this disastrous day.
Outside of waking up with her in his bed, not one thing went as planned. He thought about the ring in his pocket. There was no way he could attempt to go there now, maybe not ever. A sharp pain sliced through his heart at the thought, but he was simply bad news for her. She'd probably never forgive him anyway no less accept a proposal from him. She deserved better.
He parked his truck, sprang out, and hustled around to the passenger side to get the door for her. When he opened the door, she didn't move. It's like she was in a trance.
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