Ross parked the Harley in a little clearing just a few yards from the dirt road. He didn't look at Susan as she extracted herself from the bike and yanked off her helmet.
"This doesn't look like my house," she said, placing the helmet on the bike's seat. "In fact, it looks a lot like nowhere."
Ross put his helmet next to Susan's then rubbed a hand across his hair. "I wanted to talk to you."
"Why? To outline your plans to further screw up my life?"
"You said you had decided to break it off with George before Ellie showed up. Quit acting so melodramatic."
Her mouth dropped open. "Melodramatic?"
"Maybe it's your television training, but you do tend to over-react..." Ross raised his hands and backed up as Susan advanced on him with a murderous look in her eyes.
"You—you—you jerk! If you'd just behaved like a nice, non-interfering best man, I would still be getting married. If you hadn't shown up at all, I wouldn't have doubted my own choices."
"Why would—"
