Chapter 152

What the fuck was he supposed to do with an engagement ring she seemingly didn’t want?

Another problem for later.

He stepped outside to pace the porch—and avoid the vodka bottle—when the big RV pulled into the yard and disappeared around the back of the house, killing the lights.

Of course Trees wouldn’t want it visible from the road. Tessa had jacked up his thoughts so much, he hadn’t even considered the obvious.

Feeling like an idiot, he jogged around the place and met Trees just as he was stepping from the RV with a long-suffering sigh and a stretch. “Hey. So fucking glad that’s over.”

“I’m glad for you, man. Good to have you back.”

Trees peered at him with the light from the RV’s interior. “You look like shit.”

“Well, stress, lack of sleep, and your girlfriend looking for the politest way possible to tell you to fuck off will do that.”

“No shit?”

He nodded. “It’s been one of the worst weeks ever.”

“Sorry, man.” Trees cl