Chapter Fifty-Four
A nyone who’d ever ridden with her had always said she drove like she’d stolen something. And in this instance, she guessed she had. Taking Thatcher’s truck had been her only option besides setting out on foot. And at least this way it would cause him a bit of an inconvenience as he tried to return to the city.
Her mind was reeling so much, for a moment she considered pulling over to catch her breath and try and slow her thoughts. Thatcher had been married. He and his wife had a child. He’d gotten divorced. And he hadn’t bothered to tell her.
She thought back over the volume of time they’d spent together over the past months. Of how she’d shared that she’d never kissed anyone and how when he’d finally gotten up the courage to kiss her, she’d thought it was a defining moment in her life.
But now it felt cheap and empty. She’d waited her whole life to share a meaningful kiss with just the right guy and he’d turned out to be a fraud.
It wasn’t the fact that he’d been married and must’ve been in love before and that he was a father. He was thirty-eight after all. He’d had plenty of time to have all kinds of experiences before he met her. With an explanation, she could’ve accepted those things in time.
But keeping the details of his past a secret, especially when he’d had plenty of opportunities to share them, was a betrayal of her trust. It had taken so long for her to really trust him in the first place. Her entire life, she’d waited to find someone she cared about and who cared about her. And she really thought she’d found it in him.
She thought of all the men she’d gone out with over the years. Even with those guys she’d really liked, she’d carefully guarded her heart and had always prided herself on the fact that no one had gotten close enough to hurt her. Until now.
It felt like there was an actual hole where her heart had once been. That giddy, happy feeling she’d had was gone. And in its place was a hollow coldness that seemed to seep through her entire body. She was broken.