“Where’s Tessa?” Panic rises in my chest. “She’s back at the restaurant.” “What?” What the fuck. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go. “She’s with him, isn’t she?” I ask the two women, even though I already know the answer. She’s with the blond asshole with the sheriff for a father. “Yeah, she is,” Karen says, and if I wasn’t stuck out in the middle of nowhere with her, I’d cuss her out for the small smile she’s trying to hide.
Heh
