CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Nerves threatened to get the best of her, but Marley made it to Indigo Bay. She pulled behind Von's truck. Her white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel hadn’t loosened, so she couldn’t put the car in park and turn off the engine.
Let go.
Except she didn’t.
Twice, she’d rejected Von—with his proposal and then breaking up with him. Even though he’d walked away this time, she was responsible. He’d broken up with her because he thought she would “eventually.” Only, she feared what happened on Friday was worse than the previous two times because she’d asked for a do-over. She didn’t deserve another chance.
Who was she kidding?
She didn’t deserve him, period.
Yet I want him.
That was why she’d run out of her parents’ house and driven to Von’s. Each breath took effort bec
