"Mira."
I walked past him. Went to the bedroom. Got dressed.
Jeans. T shirt. The property jacket with Ridge's patch on the back.
I looked at it. Thought about taking it off.
But I didn't.
Not yet.
I came back out. Ridge was standing now.
"We need to talk," he said.
"We talked last night."
"Not really. You locked yourself in the bedroom."
"Because I didn't want to hear you make excuses."
"I'm not making excuses. I'm trying to explain."
"There's nothing to explain, Ridge. Vanessa called. You thought about meeting her. That's it."
"It's not that simple."
"Yes, it is."
He stepped toward me. "Mira. Please. Just listen to me."
I looked at him. "What time do we leave for The Spoke?"
He stopped. "What?"
"What time do we leave? I need to know so I can be ready."
"You're still goi
