“She’ll never forgive me for this.” “Yeah, she will.” He sounds confident. I shoot him a querying look. He smiles. “No woman backs a man like she did you unless it’s true love, brother. Just give her some space when you get her home. She’ll get over it.” I mutter, “Enough with the ‘brother’ shite,” but what I’m really thinking about are the two words he said right before that one. One thing’s for sure. If she doesn’t love me, I’ll find out fast. The minute she buries a knife in my chest.
