“About finished with this,” I told him, lifting my chin. He chuckled a dark sound as he closed the tailgate and locked it, then moved to the driver’s side of his truck. He looked back at me, a warning lining his face. “Think you know what happened the last time you started spouting shit like that.” Without saying anything else, he climbed in and slammed the door. I watched him pull out. A gnarl of fury burned my insides. A blaze of spite. The second he was gone, I pressed my palms to the table next to me, struggling to take in a breath around the mayhem that battered my insides. Because I
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