Chapter Sixty-Eight

Colton wasn’t sure what had happened in the restroom, but Angel was quiet. Too quiet. She hadn’t said much as they’d said their goodbyes to his friends and left.

“You okay?” he asked when they were in his truck, heading for home.

“Yeah.” She nodded as if to sell it, but then gave up. “No. I messed things up with Danielle.”

“How so?” He couldn’t imagine. Angel had been nothing but friendly to the woman despite the way Danielle had practically glared at her all night.

He hated that Angel was taking the punishment for his sins. It was his fault Danielle felt she had been pushed aside.

“I should have let her believe I was thinking of leaving again, but instead, I told her you might come with me,” Angel confessed.

He pressed his lips together to hide the smile that threatened. This was uncharted territory, and the worst thing he could do was to push her into admitting why she might have done that.

But inside, his heart was doing a victory dance. A small one, but still.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “I should probably move again, anyway. Just in case. That’ll give me a good cover story for leaving.”

He kept his eyes glued to the windshield, even though he could feel her studying him. Would she let it go, or fess up? He felt as excited as he did as a boy on Christmas morning.

Would he get the thing he wanted?

Or would it be the thing he needed instead?