Eight
Shannon couldn’t remember ever dangling on a moment as precariously as she did now waiting for Ty’s response. He knew exactly what she meant; that much was as clear in his expression as if he had said it out loud. But there was no hint of his reaction yet.
“So, you get it,” he said at last, his voice quiet and deliberately even. “And you’re still going to go back to Chris.”
Never taking her eyes off him, she shook her head. “I told him to leave.”
He still gave no discernable reaction. “Why?”
“Because he doesn’t know me.”
His brows drew together, and disappointment seeped over his features. Panicked, she floundered to find the right words that would explain everything she felt, but there was too much and it overwhelmed her. Coming up empty, she stepped inside and set the Styrofo
