Daniella rushed out without realizing that Jesse was home. His truck was parked in the family garage, while her old blue car was parked out front. She drove home with her hands shaking in anger, and her mind reeling. She thought she had already steered clear of her future with Duke, but had she? She scrubbed the back of her hand across her lips again, still trying to rid herself of the feel of his mouth on hers.
She was glad that Bev was already in the shower, preparing herself for work. Daniella was able to escape upstairs into the loft without her sister asking a bunch of questions. She threw herself down on the bed without turning on the light, and flung her arm over her eyes, and tried to wrack her brain for the right answer, the right course of action. She was so wrapped up
