Staring numbly through the windshield of Mitch’s Impala, she barely noticed when Mitch made a few wrong turns, taking them out of the city, and pulled off to the side of a deserted road. Taking a deep breath as he put the car in park, also staring out the windshield at nothing in particular, a resigned but hurt look crossed his face.
“What?” she asked miserably, not understanding why he seemed to be hurting. It wasn’t like he had lost a pup. She and Tate had. Not that Tate knew what was really going on, but still…
Sighing, he turned to her, a pained look in his eyes. Reaching out, his hand trembling, he took hers and squeezed it gently before letting her go again.
“Well?” she prompted, tucking her hands between her legs to stop him from touching her again.
Glancing nervously at Mitch
