TWO WEEKS LATER
TWO WEEKS LATER“You look like s**t,” Jessa tells me when I enter the inn.
I glare, huffing in response.
She’s not wrong. I can’t f*****g sleep.
It’s been two grueling weeks since I dropped Oakley off at the airport, and it feels like I haven’t slept since then. I got used to holding her and us snuggling through the night. Now my bed is cold and lonely.
As I grab a plate, Jessa walks over. “Need a tranq? I’m sure I can find you one. Knock your ass out for a few days.”
“I’m not in the mood,” I growl, trying my hardest to ignore her, but she keeps following me around the buffet.
“Let me help you. What’s on your schedule today? I can get someone else to take care of it so you can rest.”
“No.”
“Well, you’re going to get yourself killed if you work while exhausted. You s
