Her words hit me square in the chest. Shock me.
What do we have to do.
Even though I subconsciously brought her to be my better half, to be a part of my team, it was the wrong thing to do. And yet here she is, terrified, out of her element, disapproving of the whole thing, but still willing to play my sidekick.
I squeeze her cold fingers. “You don’t have to do anything. I just wanted to show my face and leave some cash to cover damages. I’m gonna put it in this newspaper and hand it to our waitress when she comes.”
Again, the over-share shocks me.
My own father would shoot me in the head for being so f*****g stupid.
Maybe this is what love does to you.
Fuck.
Do I love Desiree?
I sure as hell don’t remember feeling this way about Marne. I cared for her—still do—but it’s in more of
