Cherry didn't want to cry on his shoulder. She wanted Loghan. His shoulder, his reassuring words, his comforting embrace. Cherry had never wanted something so bad in her life. He'd ruined her. Cherry was just as pathetic as about half the men she'd slept with at the brothel. They came to her after having their hearts broken, hoping to get over the woman who had done them wrong by doing Cherry. It didn't work. Pleasure can't really exist when your heart is filled with so much pain.
She was quiet the rest of the drive, not wanting to make Roake more uncomfortable. She could tell that he wasn't the sort of man who knew what to do with a sobbing woman. He was very gruff. Emotions weren't his forte.
Climbing out of the car once it was in park, Cherry shivered as the wind hit her. In truth, it wasn't terribly cold out, but her emotional state made her more vulnerable to her surroundings. Reaching for her bag, Cherry walked slowly back toward the staff building, nervous that she'd upset everyone who got within ten yards of her. "I should probably warn Garret or something. He lives near you. I wouldn't want him to get depressed." He'd been going through a rough patch lately, and this would only make things worse. Cherry pulled out her cell phone and sent Garret a quick text.