“You should have been clearer when you messaged I don’t trust you enough right now to be here alone with you. “Avery, I asked to meet so I could speak privately with you.”Īodhan tenses but I shrug effortlessly, as though this is nothing to me despite my heart attempting to beat its way out of my chest. With the same biker boots every Mounty I’ve ever met has an obsession for, he looks as though he’s ready to wade into a street fight or a party by the docks, further down the coast from where we’re now standing.Ītticus’s jaw flexes as he grinds his teeth. The crisp white shirt he’s wearing under the suit jacket covers his tattoos I’ve only managed to get a peek at and he’s wearing, as always, the Rolex I bought for him years ago.Īodhan is wearing jeans and a tee with a jacket thrown overtop like he couldn’t care less what he’s wearing. Standing this close together here it’s so unbelievably obvious how different they really are and yet I crave them both the same.Ītticus is wearing his usual charcoal suit, pressed and dry cleaned to perfection, with a pair of Hermes leather shoes. I prepare myself to have to face Luca again, but when the driver’s side door opens, Atticus himself steps out.Īodhan gets out of the car, and I wait for him to open my door for me, specifically because I know it will piss Atticus off and, sure enough, he stares Aodhan down like he’s plotting out his murder. When we pull into the parking lot, Atticus’ car is already there waiting. I can’t bring myself to actually say it though. If he can’t explain it to me now then… then maybe it really is time to cut him free. The fishing docks are enough of a drive away that I can go through the photos again and try to decide what I think is happening.
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