Hailey watched helplessly as Noah stormed into the house. He’d almost knocked Rochester over. Kevin held the car door open, but his mouth was in a grim line. “I’m sorry, Miss Johnson. Mr. Magellan doesn’t normally have a temper.”
“Well, I guess I’ve stretched him these days. No need to apologize. I’ve done it to myself.”
“I doubt that, Miss Johnson.”
She’d miscalculated, was what she’d done. She had never thought that her past would come back and rear its ugly head.
“Thanks for your support, Kevin.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Hailey left Kevin in the driveway. She wouldn’t pursue Noah. He had a right to his space. She went to her room. She might as well pack. She doubted that he would let her stay here. Her apartment lease wasn’t up yet and she’d paid the rent so she could go back there. She shuddered at the idea having enjoyed the quiet and lack of crime out in the suburbs.