“I know I’m not her usual type,” I told him. He snorted. “No.” I chose my words carefully—I hated lying. It was the worst part about this entire thing. “Sometimes that doesn’t matter, though,” I told him. I pulled my clean shirt on, tossing the towel from my shower into the laundry container just past the bench where he was sitting. “You ever met someone who’s just … a game changer?” Parker sat back a little at the gravity of my words. “Game changer,” he repeated slowly.
