Killian didnt remember the last time hed been so miserable. When hed left Lexies, hed felt worse than garbage, so upset with himself he didnt think hed feel better any time soon. He drove around for a long time, not thinking, just trying to get his head on straight. Lexies excellent dinner sat like lead in his stomach, much as the whole situation lodged like a rifle bullet in his brain.
How had he let this happen? All hed wanted was to get into Red Creek, do his week of servitude, and get the hell out. There was nothing here for him, hed told himself. And certainly it was no place for him to pursue his dream.