This is probably a mistake. I have so little confidence in what I’m doing with my life, and now that he’s gone and I’m here all alone, every decision feels like the wrong one.“You coming inside? Or you just gonna stand outside and cry?”Ford is over by my bike. He’s wearing jeans and a Shrike Rook t-shirt, which I’m hoping Ronin didn’t notice because that’s weird. “Why are you wearing that shirt? To piss Ronin off?”He looks down at his shirt, pretending to be surprised. “It’s a blackbird, Rook. It barely looks like you at all.” And then he flashes me that chin dimple and I laugh. “Save it, you’re a horrible actor. Besides, the blackbird has blue eyes and the fucking shirt says Rook right across the top.”“Yes, but that’s the name of the bike. This one in fact.” He smiles smugly as he points to my bike.“Whatever.”“I have a present for you, come inside.”Ford doesn’t wait for me to agree or watch to see if I follow, he simply turns and walks off.
