Boz Torres has become a security blanket. He found me when I was kidnapped. He saved me from having to marry Nic Decker. And he stood up to my father, which I didn’t have the nerve to do. Then he fed me tacos. Tacos should not be the thing that nails my coffin shut when it comes to this man, but it might be. If he would’ve added warm churros to our drive-thru order, I’d be a goner. Thank God he didn’t. I need some form of defense against this man.
