Her Misunderstanding

Liam didn't speak for most of the ride. JD appreciated the silence. With his elbow propped against the window and his chin resting in his palm, he watched the trees blur past in the winding road.

Usually, he found something mesmerizing about the vast openness of the countryside—the way each neighbor's land stretched for miles, the iron gates standing like lonely sentinels guarding their homes.

But tonight?

He wasn't in the mood to appreciate the beauty of it. His mind was too full.

Too tangled up in her.

Joanne.

How the hell was he supposed to deal with this?

He let out a slow breath through his nose, lost in his thoughts, until the headlights washed over a large wooden sign. The McDonald Farm.

"I'll walk in." JD straightened, turning to Liam. He didn't want Liam going in. Not again.