Pressing my hands to his cheeks, I lean back to look at him. “Tell me. How did you manage this?” He lifts his shirt partway up his torso. “What happened?” I grimace at the bandaged area just below his ribs. “Officially, I had a run-in with the barbed wire fence this morning after a bull got loose. Unofficially, I took a knife to myself so that I needed stitches, which meant I wouldn’t make it to the law school graduation in time because the drive was too long.” My fingertips trace the bandage. “Jesus, Milo …” My stomach twists. “You hurt yourself just to be here for me?” “It’s just a few
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What an utter bastard i hate this guy pure shit he is
