Chapter Seventeen
The sound of the wheels skidding to a halt jolted Rhetta more than the thrust of her torso slamming back into the driver’s seat. What was she doing? Was she really going to storm into Rory’s home and beg him to choose her over his fated mate? Had she learned nothing from the past?
She sat in her car, her hands gripped the steering wheel, trying to hold on to something, anything, that was solid and whole. Her foot absentmindedly tapped the gas pedal, but with the car in park, Rhetta couldn’t run away. She could neither turn left nor right. She was stalled. But she knew what she had to do.
Taking a deep breath, she reached down and cut the ignition. Her fingers shook as she unbuckled herself from the driver’s seat. Her knees knocked together as she opened the car door an
