But she didn’t put on her shoes, which kind of seemed like she might stay. And Gabe was back to not knowing what to do with his hands. “I don’t know how this works,” he blurted. She lifted an eyebrow. “I’d like you to stay.” ...
But I couldn’t even find the threads to grab on to. Fucking Max. What a bastard. If he gave me the number for Lagan, I would let him go. I had to. Not just for him. For me. I didn’t care if he went back to his stupid motorcycle club. I didn’t care if he got murdered by his brothers. I didn’t care...