“No one wants me.” Frowning, I attach a hook to the side of the rock. “Not after that video.” A smug smile in his voice. “Which video?” Which video is fucking right. Jim’s voice shifts from carefree to alert. “We buried the one of you and Savannah. It wasn’t good optics for either of you.” He clears his throat. “And no one remembers that other video anymore, Ford.”
