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Londyn

“Well, that just went about as bad as it could go.” I went over to my bed and opened my suitcase, quickly shoving my things inside. “I mean, I knew it would be bad when we finally talked, but I wasn’t expecting it to be that bad.”

“Yeah, it sounded like it got pretty heated.”

“It did.” I dropped my head into my hands and sighed. “And I was stupid to think it would go any other way.”

“You weren’t stupid, Londyn.” Jackson came over and sat on the edge of the bed. “You were hopeful that you two could work things out. No one can blame you for that.”

“It doesn’t matter now.” I started unzipping my dress as I told him, “I’m pretty sure he hates me and will never forgive me for keeping Dalton from him.”

“Don’t get where he gets off being mad at you about that. It’s not like you didn’t try to tell him.”

“I did.” I slipped off my dress and tossed it into the bag. “But it wasn’t enough. I should’ve had someone go to him and tell him, or I should’ve tried talking to one of his brothers or his folks.” I pulled my t-shirt over my head as I continued, “But I was too embarrassed and didn’t want anyone to know that he wouldn’t see me or talk to me.”

“Just hearing you say that makes me hate this guy even more.”

“Dalton is his son.”

“And he would’ve known that if he wasn’t such a fucking dick.”

“You’ve got a point there.”

I slipped on my shorts and shoes, and when I started collecting the rest of my things, Jackson asked, “So, what’s the plan here?”

“We’re going home.”

“Now?”

“I don’t want to take a chance on him coming back.”

“And what about your parents?”

“We’ll wait until they get home, and then, we’ll go.”

“Whatever you say, boss.”

I finished getting my things together, then went down the hall to help Dalton. He wasn’t happy about packing to leave and was putting on quite the pouting show—which only got worse when my parents arrived. Mom walked into the living room, and she looked like her world was coming to an end when she saw our bags sitting by the front door. “What’s all this?”

“We’ve decided to head back.”

“But it’s so late. Why not wait until morning?”

“It’s not that late. Besides, I think it’s best if we go.”

“Why? Did something happen?”

“Malcomb came by, and things didn’t go so well.”

“Oh, honey. I’m so sorry.”

Her eyes skirted over to Dalton, and before she could ask, I said, “He knows, and he wasn’t exactly happy about it.”

“I see.” I could see the worry in her eyes, but she did her best to keep a brave front. “Just give it some time. It’ll all sort itself out.”

“I don’t know, Mom. It was pretty bad. I’m not sure Malcomb will be able to forgive me.” Dalton was standing in the corner, and I couldn’t help but notice that he seemed to be slightly intrigued by the mention of Malcomb. I didn’t want to say something I shouldn’t, so I told her, “Regardless, I think it’s best if we go.”

Dad nodded, then said, “I’ll help you get your bags in the car.”

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