Chapter 66
The drive home was thick with silence. Mark’s hands rested lightly on the steering wheel, but his eyes kept darting sideways toward Ronnie. She sat stiffly, her arms folded tightly across her chest, her eyes fixed out the passenger window. Lips pursed. Jaw locked. The kind of mad that burned quiet. She hadn’t said a word since Kyle left the theater. Cute, Mark thought reluctantly. Even pissed, she was cute. But he knew better than to say it. Theo, in the back seat, wisely stayed quiet. He’d felt the shift in the air too. When they pulled into the driveway, the truck’s headlights cast long shadows over the front porch. The second the engine cut off, Ronnie unbuckled and climbed out without waiting for them. Mark and Theo exchanged a look—his was sheepish, Theo’s slightly amused. Inside
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