“I wish I knew what I was doing,” I admitted, feeling wobbly and confused. Miles’s heart thudded steadily beneath my ear. Thump, thump. He made an inquisitive noise. “You’re all put together. You don’t get ruffled. You’re a dad through and through. Probably never once wondered if you’d fuck Bubba up, ’cause you knew deep down you never could.” I wasn’t sure what I expected, but him laughing at me was definitely not it. “Wha—” “You’re an idiot, Trent Montgomery,” Miles fucking “full-named” me with a snort. “If you think I don’t spend every goddamn day worrying I’m messing Bubba up.”
