Chapter Twenty-Eight
Bobbi Jo
The morning hadn’t gone very well. I kept trying to tell myself that whatever happened was meant to happen. But it wasn’t helping me much. No matter how many times I told myself that, it still hurt.
Cash had pulled the truck over; his expression was one of compassion as he asked, “Bobbi Jo, what’s wrong?”
I wasn’t sure how to say it. And the sobs that had erupted stopped me from being able to say a word. “I …” That was all I got out before a lump got stuck in my throat.
He took off his seatbelt, then slid over to me. His strong arms around me felt good. I buried my face in his chest as he shushed me. “Baby, come on now. You can tell me what’s wrong.”
Just having him hold me that way had me feeling better. But only a little. “Cash, I’m not sure if I’m sti
