Chapter Thirty
Wade
For what felt like the thousandth time or so for the last few days, I watched Dani hurry away from me. An errant curl slipped from the knot atop her head and bounced against the side of her neck. I was starting to reach the point of anger with her. She’d gone silent on me again.
I might not be the quickest on the uptake, but I knew damn well she was avoiding me. Quite thoroughly.
Shaking my head, I found Valentina standing by the doorway that led into the back hallway, her gaze tracking Dani’s rushed departure.
“What gives?” I asked as I stopped beside her, leaning my shoulder against the wall.
Valentina slid her gaze to mine, quiet for several beats. “I’m not sure,” she finally said, her words measured.
Valentina was the kind of person who didn’t lie. I knew if
