Because he didn’t trust me? No. That wasn’t it. He trusted me in bed with his girl while he wasn’t here. Fuck. He’d trusted me with her life long before that. So this? It was something else, and if I knew Nash at all—and by now I knew as much of him as I could get my hands on, I knew every facet of his life—every fuckin’ step he took was for the sake of anyone but him. He’s protecting me. But from what?
