He’d messed it up but good. 11
Everything had been going great—the ride, the food, the laughter. So how did it all go to hell? Cole knew he could let Jack walk out of his life if that’s what the man wanted. But the questions would dog him forever. No, he wasn’t going to let it end without knowing how he’d screwed up. “You have to explain what’s going through your head. If I’ve insulted you, I apologize. But please, tell me what’s wrong.”
Jack paused his movements and gave Cole a dull-eyed look. “I get it. You brought me here to warn me off. You were just being kind, and I’ve presumed too much.” He sighed and murmured, “I’m not that lucky.”