With her back to Jason, Bree hugged a pillow and tried to stop her tears. It was past 2:00 in the morning, and she was exhausted. Not only was she tired from a long day of school, being on the road, and one too many drinks, she'd spent the last few hours arguing with Jason.
It hadn't been pretty on the porch. She'd tried to play it off, as if it meant nothing that she had her head on Trent's shoulder, that his arm was around her, but Jason would have none of it.
Trent had told him the same, that they were just friends, and Bree was just telling him how great a guy Jason was, but he didn't believe that either.
So they'd spent two hours arguing. Jason had been so mad, he'd broken a vase in the dining room. Christy had tried to clean it up for them and cut her finger--which got blood all o
