“Where the hell were you?” he growled, not caring that he had no right to demand answers. Mitch smiled as he stroked the dark whiskers on his chin. “Where do you think I was?” He chuckled. “With your hot little neighbor, of course.” “What the hell happened?” Like he didn’t know. Mitch wouldn’t have spent the night with her unless they had a lot in common, which put him firmly out of the running. Any other time, Justin could have let it go, but she was the first girl who’d made him feel anything since the accident. If he let the opportunity slip through his fingers, he may not have another. He didn’t want to admit he wanted to use her to help himself heal, but in a way, he supposed he was. “You know I don’t kiss and tell,” Mitch said, grinning as he walked past Justin. Justin watched him pour coffee. His hand trembled as he brought his own mug to his lips. He’d struggled with anxiety ever since the accident, but he knew that wasn’t the reason for his trembling.
