Although Beck and I returned home separately —the van dropped us all off at the bar where everyone had parked their own cars—, I doubt that’ll keep people from realizing we spent the night out… and together.
To be honest, I feel a little nervous.
Even though I’m used to people talking behind my back and forming the wrong idea about me, it matters what they think at the ranch. Mostly because I know how much they respect Beck… and I don’t want his image to be affected because of me.
Becket is driving behind me in his truck, but I hear his door shut when he parks at the ranch. That’s when I realize I’ve been sitting behind the wheel for several seconds, the car turned off… but still unable to gather the courage to get out.
When he opens my door, I just look at him, feeling strangely vulne
