Chapter Fourteen
SHE WAS GOING to kill him. She wasn’t sure when or how, but sooner or later, she was going to kill Morgan Brewer. Her father had only said, “Have fun,” as she was dragged from his side onto the dance floor, her mortification reddening her face and neck. She wasn’t sure what kind of point Morgan was trying to make, but she would make life hell for him for embarrassing her like this.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Vince, leaning against the bar on the opposite side of the room, a bourbon in his hand as he watched them sway back and forth to the music. His forlorn expression put a knot in her gut, his pain quite visible. Pain she knew she had caused. Yet, she had given him no indication in the past year that would have even hinted that he could waltz back into her li
