Chapter 153

"We're going to be late for dinner." It was the only thing Mitch said before he turned and headed for the truck.

They were still going to family dinner? How was she supposed to put on a happy face after this? How was she supposed to act like everything was fine when things were clearly so very wrong between them? And yet, she didn't want to go straight home with him either. What if he wanted to talk more about all this? She'd already used up almost every shred of control she had not to break down as he got down on one knee and ruined everything. So while dinner would be its own special hell, maybe it would be a stay of execution until she could find a way to hold her shit together.