Becca.
I wasn't quite sure what to expect when I got up early the next morning, sliding from the bed with the full intention to go see James. Neal had been sleeping when I walked out of the room, but before I could make it to the door, I heard his voice behind me.
“You're going to see him, aren't you?" he said softly, his eyes narrowing at me. Turning slowly, I stared at his pleading eyes and sighed.
“Yes, I am," I replied slowly, nodding my head. “He has a right to know, and the sooner I get this over with, the sooner I can be free with you."
Shaking his head from side to side he licked his top lip. His eyes cast off into the distance as if he wanted to keep me here but knew that it would only cause an argument. “I don't like this, Becca. I mean, I should have known that you would do
