12
HALEY
A huge beast of a man pushed through the kitchen door, arms laden with bags from a local hunting and sporting goods store.
Presumably the promised supplies—I spotted a couple of tent boxes and some sleeping bags, along with some outdoor gear. I didn’t see any ingredients for S’mores, though, which didn’t bode well for our Blackbone camping excursion.
I tried not to show my disappointment.
Sacrifices, girl. We’re all making them.
The guy dropped the bags unceremoniously on the floor, then stood up to his full height, casting a shadow that went on forever. His eyes met mine across the distance, and my stomach dropped into free-fall.
“Hudson,” Jax said. “Haley. I believe you two have already met.”
“Um.” I scanned the guy from head to toe and back again, which took a long time
