She still stood in the middle of the busy truck stop parking lot, watching the SUV turn at the exit and leave her behind.
“Bree?”
“Yeah, umm…” She scrubbed her hands up and down her biceps, effectively distancing herself from him. “I guess it’s just you and me then.” She made it sound more like a death sentence than an adventure.
“Yup.” He let the P pop, then reached his arm out to her, his hand open, his fingers fluttering for her to take hold of him. “Just you and me, sugar. We should get going.”
She didn’t touch him. Didn’t even look his way. “You should’ve told me sooner that you were splitting us up, that you were sending Robin and my parents away.”
“It’s better this way.”
“For who?”
“For everyone. Let’s go.”
Bree didn’t acknowledge Kruze, just turned toward her dad’s vehicle and said, “Let’s just get thisjobover with.”