Chapter Twenty-Three
She hadn’t moved in an hour, but at least she wasn’t crying anymore.
The last thing he’d expected as he drove away with Mason in the passenger side, her suitcase in back, was for it to seem so final. No, he hadn’t expected the anger and the division, or to see the hurt that Mason couldn’t even pretend to hide as she lay curled up with her back to him on his bed in his very comfortable room, with its plain walls, light oak furnishings, and an en suite that boasted a walk-in shower. He even had his own private patio that looked out over the corral, where the horses were. His father…well, he’d not said a word when Justin had walked through the front door with Mason, carrying her suitcase in one hand, his other around her.
“Are you hungry?” he asked as he sat on the bed
