“s**t, dude. That’s bad.” Leo punctuated the statement by finishing off the beer he’d been nursing while Zach spilled out the whole, sorry tale.
“Thanks, Captain Obvious. You think I don’t know that? I don’t even know how to apologize for being so unbelievably clueless.”
“I don’t think you can. That’s a whole lot of old hurt she’s been living with.”
Zach glared at him. “Not helping. There’s a distinct possibility she’s done with me. On every level. Forever.” The very idea of it made him want to put his fist through a wall. Or maybe his own face. He scrubbed both hands through his hair. “I hurt her. Like really f*****g hurt her.”
He was never going to get her face out of his head. That twist of unvarnished grief and pain when she’d finally dropped the mask and stopped hiding. The image
