CHAPTER EIGHT
Later that night, Kate stood on her hotel room’s balcony. The crescent moon appeared painted on the star-filled black sky. A cool breeze ruffled her nightshirt, and she ignored the goose bumps on her arms and legs. She should be in bed, sleeping while she had the chance, but each time she closed her eyes, a million thoughts took over her mind.
What had she done?
The sound of the rushing water from the river below matched the turmoil raging inside her. She clutched the wrought-iron railing.
She’d never expected Jared to suggest they not divorce. Yes, he’d claimed he wanted to work things out, but those were just words. His actions for months had shown Kate he only wanted her in Seattle with him. That wasn’t working things out. That was Jared winning his argument and gettin
