Chapter Thirteen
No tears. She would not give that… that sorry excuse of a subatomic particle the power to make her cry. She was a grown woman. She’d outgrown small town pettiness.
She leaned back against the cab of the truck. The dust would mess her skirt, but she didn’t care. A little dirt was nothing compared to the thrashing she’d love to give Kylee Ross’s face.
That was absolutely the last time she’d allow Kylee Ross to penetrate her armor. Kylee was a speck of dust on the outhouse of the universe. She threw her head back, laughing bitterly.
Clearly her father had done nothing to dispel the rumor that she was a doctor living with an old man. She didn’t even know how that one had started, but it galled her not one member of her family had bothered to correct it. And they wondered w
