I don’t think that I’ve seen Holden that mad before.” “Yeah, well, you need to stop letting him in. He shouldn’t have free range over me.” “Okay, I apologize for that, but I had no idea that Waylon Brass was asleep in your bed. I didn’t know that it was that serious.” “I don’t know what it is, Lo,” I tell her honestly as I sip on my whiskey. When I told Lo that I needed a drink, she decided to tag along even though all she can drink here is water. “I get it. I mean, this thing with Owen and me has gotten pretty serious fast, so I get that it’s difficult to grasp onto what a relationship or fling or whatever this is means.” “I don’t think that he’s going to want much to do with me after last night.” “I think that you’re drunk.” She giggles and scoots closer to me on the couch. “I wish I was. Maybe I’ll make it my goal for today.” “You’re insane, you know that? Don’t go getting drunk over a man who is probably not worth your time in gold condoms.
