Chapter Fourteen
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“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” I muttered to myself.
Rowan had waited for me to explain what the hell I meant to tell him, and then I freaked and said I had to go. I hadn't even given him a chance to stop me, fumbling and dropping my keys before I could get in my car. He'd sent me a text, asking if we could talk, and I hadn’t replied yet.
I was in the bathtub at the house. Gram had a great bathtub—an old clawfoot tub, extra deep with the perfect angle to rest my head against the back. I felt so keyed up over telling him I needed to tell him something. I couldn't even relax. Now I was going to have to cancel dinner. Ugh.
After I toweled off and dressed in my most comfortable pajamas, I plunked down on the couch with a bowl of popcorn. I turned on Schitt’s Creek because
