Fuck this. I shove up from the table. “I’m goin’ to talk to her.” Davis exhales. “Just…don’t start.” Dakota grabs the hem of my T-shirt. “Please, don’t.” I’m moving before I can process what I’m doing. My entire body is on a gravitational pull toward Fallon. I can’t wait anymore. Can’t stay away. This is my one opportunity to talk to her alone, and I’m taking it. I wedge my body between Fallon and the cowboy, subtly blocking her from him and our family.
