Chapter Twenty-Five
Somehow she made it back to the ranch without running the car into a ditch, and managed to make it to her bedroom without running into anyone. A small miracle in a house filled to the brim for the big game.
In a fog, she pulled on her favorite jeans and one of the exhibition tees she’d had printed for the game.
She’s not my girlfriend.
I. Don’t. Want. You.
The words she’d overheard and the words he’d flung at her materialized in her head. How could she have been such a fool? He hadn’t changed. He was as capricious as he’d ever been. A tear squeezed out of her eye and her hands shook as she buttoned up the exhibition jersey with the Kansas City Kings logo. For a split second, she contemplated wearing the Navy cap. But then her shoulders sagged. What would that prove
