He closed his eyes for a moment, then said quietly, “I’m sorry, Sienna.”
“Are you?”
“Jase is my friend,” he told her as if that explained everything.
But the words only fueled her temper again. Jase was his friend. Katie was his friend. Crimson was his home. And Sienna was nothing.
It shouldn’t surprise her or hurt her feelings, but it did. To the point that the pain and loneliness were like a tidal wave, crashing over and pulling her under. She couldn’t breathe. She certainly wouldn’t stay here and casually enjoy the food he’d ordered because he could read her better than anyone had done in ages.
Like that meant something. Like she meant something.
“Stay out of my business,” she said, pushing back from the table. “My time in Crimson has nothing to do with you, Sheriff.” She purposely used his title instead of his name, watching his eyes snap in response.
A tiny victory, but she’d take anything she could get at this point. She walked out of the bakery and away from Cole before she could change her mind.
