CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
“My dad’s leaving my mom,” Bryce broke the quiet.
I twisted and looked at him from underneath the sheets.
Bryce quickly wrapped an arm around me and pulled me against him. “I didn’t want to deal with it so that’s why I never said anything about it. It’s why I’m going pro next year. My mom wants me to take care of the family. She says that we can’t trust my dad for money. It’s my turn to man up and take care of stuff.”
We still heard sounds from Denton’s party.
“I really hate that guy,” Bryce said quietly against my shoulder. “And I really don’t like his sister.”
“I’m sorry about your family,” I murmured softly and pressed a kiss underneath his jaw. He was so strong, in more than the obvious ways. I felt humbled, but I wasn’t about to admit that. “And you don’t ha
