Flight Risk (Antiques In Flight) - Plot & Excerpts
Em poking Trevor in the ribs didn’t help the situation. He wasn’t in the mood for teasing any more than he was in the mood to get up at the ass crack of dawn on a Saturday to prepare for Shelby’s graduation party. That wasn’t the source of his bad mood, though. He wanted it to be, but the real reason was he’d been sleeping like shit for three days. Ever since Shelby had begged him not to leave her. If he’d felt guilty before, this was a whole new level of heart-rending guilt. Escape wasn’t even a fantasy anymore, because it made him feel as disgustingly guilty as everything else. Trevor lifted another twenty-four pack of water out of his trunk and hefted it into the kitchen of the Canteen. His limbs were heavy with fatigue, but he ignored it. Em and Callie had been exchanging worried glances over him all week, but he pretended he didn’t see. It was the only way he knew how to get through one day and then the next. Ignore everything but what had to be done, and hope the answer to all of his problems would fall into his lap at some point.
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