He marched forward, unable to see more than a few feet in front of him. He had no destination; he’d had an overwhelming need to put distance between him and Emma. He’d felt so close to her all day, and then her bombshell had made him look at her and see a stranger. Wasn’t that w...
Let me in—” A horn blared as Bree belatedly hit the turn signal, having crossed three lanes of traffic in ten seconds. “Mass-hole!” she called, cheerful after having made her exit. She remembered Massachusetts drivers were absolutely insane, but she’d forgotten how f...