CHAPTER 9
THREE DAYS HAD passed since I arrived home from Vegas, three days where Jared had tried to insert himself into every waking thought. And my sleeping ones too.
Why had he made that offer? Was he genuine? Every time Clayton barked an instruction at me, the ache in my chest that had started when I walked out of the Black Diamond hotel grew a little stronger. Right now, it pressed on the inside of my ribs, well on its way to doing permanent damage.
“I made the right decision,” I whispered to myself, as if saying it out loud would somehow make it true. I’d done the sensible thing, followed the best path for my future. After all, I had a plan, didn’t I?
A plan that didn’t involve having a tower of blond hair and muscles sweep me off my feet. I shook my head and caught movement in t
