“I broke up with him,” I admit. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Raylan growls. “I wanted you to think I was taken,” I confess. What the fuck am I doing? Why am I admitting that? “Why?” Raylan says. I lick my lips, tasting the cool, clear river. “You scare me,” I say. I’ve never admitted to being intimidated. I’ve never admitted to being afraid, period. “This . . . scares me,” I say, gesturing between the two of us.
