“You’re right.” I abandoned my coffee and faced Orla. “I do love him, and it has nothing to do with wanting to fuck him and everything to do with the man who rode into fuckin’ Crow town by himself to offer idiots like me a better life. But I do want to fuck him, queenie. I can’t deny that, and I won’t. But . . . shit, I can’t be the person who puts that look on his face. I’d never touch him again before I hurt him like that.” The slow dip of Orla’s chin meant everything.
