“And you’re the one who told me to be her friend,” I accused. “Well, I was wrong,” he chimed. “You can’t do it. It’ll never work. Give up now.” “Yes, it will,” I hissed. “It has to.” “Why does it have to work?” he asked. “Because I need her—” I shook my head and expelled another frustrated breath. “Because I want to keep her in my life.” “You want to keep her, period,” Gibsie countered. “Because you are ass over tit in love with that girl.”
