Finding His Way Home. Mia Ross

old enough to decide stuff like that for herself.”

      Slanting her a look, Scott opened his mouth to speak, then shut it again. His reserve came across to her as more of a habit than part of his real personality, and she seized the opportunity to take another whack at this very stubborn nut. “You wanted to ask me something?”

      “None of my business.”

      “That never stops anyone else,” she informed him with a laugh. “What did you want to know?”

      Another hesitation, then very quietly he asked, “What happened with you and your mom?”

      Jenna’s heart thudded to a stop. Of all the things he could have questioned her about, her mother was the last one she’d anticipated. In the past year, the only person she’d confessed her sordid history to was Diane Barrett, and then only with a lot of patient—and persistent—encouragement.

      Keeping secrets, that one especially, had become a bad tendency for her. Gradually, she’d come to recognize that it served no purpose other than to lead her in never-ending circles back to a time in her life she was trying desperately to leave behind her. But Scott had been forthright with her about his own past, she reminded herself. It was only fair for her to do the same.

      “It’s not a nice story,” she cautioned him.

      “I kinda figured that when I saw your reaction to what my mom said about Gretchen’s mother taking off.” Pulling onto the graveled shoulder of the road, he swiveled to face her squarely. “You looked upset, but you covered it up pretty fast. It’s been bugging me ever since.”