“I really appreciate this, but I don’t want to get you in trouble.” “I don’t get in trouble. I cause it. Big difference.” His eyes twinkle, but then he scratches his scruff with a seriousness. “If it ever comes down to it, you throw me under the bus to save yourself.” Irritation and confusion pump through me. “What the hell does that mean? With Wells?” He leans into me. “With anyone.” Is this some sort of weird trust test? “No. You’re a smart-ass, but I’m kinda fond of you. That’s not how I work, Liam.”
Why am i gonna cry on this plane
