Chapter Twenty-Eight
Working her column wasn’t exactly as bad as she’d thought it was going to be. In fact, she was enjoying writing community pieces, which were far more interesting than she’d expected. Although in her mind this wasn’t real news reporting, it was still something, and it didn’t bore her to tears.
It had been five days since she’d left Cameron’s. He’d said a cold and distant goodbye after walking her to the door. Dinner had been forgotten, and so had the invitation to her parents’ for Sunday. She’d had a long drive ahead of her, which had given her time to relive her thoughtless remark. How could she have said the story mattered to her family, as if doing it would have guaranteed her parents accepting him? Hindsight. She hated that word at times as she stared at her blank
