Whiskey Neat (The Uncertain Saints MC Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
I also don’t want you to dawdle. Knees to chest, bitch, knees to chest. -Driver’s etiquette 101 Lenore I was mad. In fact, I was beyond mad. After spending the entire day with Griffin, I’d woken up the next morning and found an empty pillow with no sign nor trace of him anywhere. If he’d left for work, he didn’t let me know. Now I’d gone a good thirty-six hours, and hadn’t seen nor heard from him. My one attempt at calling him had taken me straight to voicemail, and I hadn’t tried since. I’d been at his place and I was unsure of what he wanted from me. Should I leave? Wait for him? At first, I’d tried to wait. But it became apparent, after six hours, that he wasn’t planning on coming home anytime soon; nor was he planning to call me.
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