“She’s mad about my lifestyle,” he corrected with a heavy sigh. “She doesn’t even know me, Shannon.” “What do you mean?” “I’m a prize to her. A shiny trophy,” he muttered under his breath. “That’s all I am to most people.” “Not to me,” I told him. Johnny looked at me. I forced myself not to turn away. “No?” I could see frustration and hope flashing around in his blue eyes. “No,” I confirmed quietly.
