“You know what you’re doing with her?” Mags asked. “Not a fucking clue,” I found myself saying, putting on my hat. “Jesus,” he muttered. Exactly. I untied Ranger and mounted him. I looked down at my friend, being real with him. “I don’t know what I’m doing, man. All I know is that I didn’t like seeing her walk away from me.” “You’re talking like she’s yours,” he said, stepping down from the porch. I turned Ranger to face the barn and looked at Mags over my shoulder. “That’s because she is.” Valerie was mine, whether she liked it or not. She was mine.
My heart.
