“Grace, wait—” he called, sounding contrite. She heard the pound of his booted footsteps coming after her. She swallowed past the tightness in her throat. “Wait for what? More insults?” Caleb kept pace with her angry march. “I’m sorry, Grace. Stop for a second and let me—” “Just stop talking to me.” She was a sucker for a sincere apology, and she refused to be suckered again. She needed to stay mad forever because she clearly couldn’t trust her own good sense to keep her away from him. “And stop following me. Go away.”
