CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
“I have to go,” Blaser said for maybe the fifth time since their mother had filled his coffee cup, but the Warner mother was no pushover.
“Dinner isn’t finished,” she said, seating herself at her husband’s side.
Colt wanted to leave too. The sooner he got out of there, the sooner he could get to Lyssa’s. He needed to apologize. Would she be understanding? It was Lyssa, she had to be… right? Maybe she wouldn’t. But he wouldn’t walk away from their relationship because of one stupid fight. They’d barely had a chance together. Their relationship deserved a fair hearing. Lyssa was beyond worth it.
“He has to go to work,” Ruger said, but happily took another slice of cake from the center of the table.
Prudence Warner wouldn’t let anyone leave the dinner table until ever
