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Two and a half miles away from the clubhouse, she scrapped all the ideas because there was no doubt in her mind that what she wanted to do was unforgivable in Whip's eyes. He wanted her nowhere near Big.

Overheated from the excursion, she wiped her forehead as she rounded the corner and viewed the restaurant. Hurrying her step, she got to her car and left to go home.

As she pulled out of the parking lot, she spotted Whip riding toward her. She waved, hoping he'd see her. She went through the green light and peered in her rear-view mirror. He'd turned around and followed her.

Putting on her turn signal, she pulled into the parking lot in front of the dry cleaners and waited for him.

He pulled up beside her.

She leaned against the door and rolled down the window. "Hi."

"Drive home." He pointed. "Straight home."

When she hesitated, he circled his finger in the air to get her moving. She put the car in Drive and pulled out ahead of him.

Chewing on her lip, she gazed at the rearview mirror as often as the road in front of her. She was trying to do the right thing and do what people expected her to do.

Obviously, she wasn't doing good enough.

Whip was pissed.

Tracy was scared to death.

Rick hated her for her part in hurting his wife.

Angie had gone back to not speaking to her at the clubhouse and pretended they weren't sisters.

Maybe there was no changing. Maybe she would always disappoint those she cared about.

Chapter 30

Twyla

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WHIP STOOD IN THE MIDDLE of the living room. "Where is it?"