Ivy
“I can’t believe you right now!” I tried to contain my anger. I caught my reflection in the window and ran my fingers through my hair and absently caught it up in a clip. I looked worn out and frazzled. It was near two a.m. in Montana, and Bronson Fitzpatrick was the last person I thought I’d be having a conversation with at any time, let alone the wee hours of the morning in my office.
“Hey, come on, hun, like you wouldn’t have stopped and heard them out if they brought up my name?”
“Yes, Bronson, I would have, but the moment they started asking personal questions about you, I would have walked away not listened and not given out details about you and your family.”
“I guess that’s where we’re different.” He sighed, and I closed my eyes, taking a moment to gather myself. “I would n
