There was still a few hours of daylight left by the time they got back to the cabin. They hadn’t spoken much on the ride back, both seemed to be absorbed in their thoughts. Brooklyn knew she shouldn’t have attacked Drake the way she had about his scars, but she’d felt cornered.
He’d seemed to take her words to heart though because he rolled up his sleeves to his forearms. If he could make baby steps so could she. Brooklyn took her glasses off and put them on top of her head.
She’d been wearing them for so long as a shield it felt scary and foreign to be without them. Not that she needed them to actually see. Drake had been right though. If she was going to survive in the sales world she was going to have to look people in the eye and not shy away. No one would ever take her serious if
