She snorts. “I’m just a girl, and you worry. Be honest.” “I always worry about you, Fallon.” Ever since she started riding bulls without telling her family or friends, she’s had me in a fucking chokehold. But it’s not because she’s just a girl. It’s because I care about her. Too damn much for my own good. I scoot my stool closer. The heat from her body hits me at the same time as her bourbon and vanilla scent does. “You oughta get some insurance.” “Can’t.” She gulps the rest of her whiskey, lifts her glass to signal for another. “Lovely needs meds, and the purse strings are tight.” That nag’s
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