Chapter 10
Anton’s hands ached from keeping them clenched as he sat on the stone wall, hunched with his elbows on his knees.
Even Michelle had come over and tried being nice to him.
“She didn’t mean it, Anton. She’s just hurt and scared.”
When he’d bit back at her with, “Says the freak to the freak,” all she did was hug him long and hard.
“s**t, Missy.” He’d managed not to cry on her shoulder, but it had been too f*****g close.
Now all he could do was sit and wait for Katie to walk away from him. The only woman for him was going to have to be another freak. But over the last forty-eight hours he’d finally learned what he wanted. It was someone a hell of a lot like Katie Whitfield, which experience had taught him was a very rare commodity.
He didn’t give a goddamn if she chose to nev
