It felt like a long drive to get back home. Caleb was completely worn out by the time we reached his car in the parking lot, and although he said he was fine, I didn’t want him to drive after the ordeal he had gone through.
I turned the roof down to let the air clear my head, the cool wind whipping my hair across my face. Caleb had no response, and continued staring out the passenger’s side window.
“Was that really what happened?” I asked, glancing briefly at his expression.
“What?”
“What you said about the fake text message from Lucas, that I was in danger. Is that really why you ran out of the ballroom?”
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You’re my fiancee, Ruby.” He said. “The one thing that requires me to do is protect you. Especially from Lucas.”
