“You motherfuckers can drop dead.”
The biggest mistake I made when I got home was telling Jackson about River, but I couldn’t help it. I needed someone to chat with other than Dylan, and I wanted another opinion to make sure I wasn’t losing my f*****g mind. Unfortunately, Jackson’s unsolicited advice was to f**k a different woman every night for two weeks, and he guaranteed that’d get her out of my system and off my mind. Knowing that would never work—that no woman could replace River, nor would I want to do that—I swore I’d never ask him for female advice again. And I shoulda known better, considering he’s hung up on Kiera, even though he’d never admit it.
Jackson drives fast down the dirt road that’s turned to mud as if he has somewhere to be. I hold on to the oh-s**t handle and can he
