“You didn’t spit in this or something, did you? That’s the kind of thing Kayce would do when he’s had enough of my shit.” I gnaw on the inside of my cheek, shaking my head as I turn and reach up on tiptoes to grab another mug. Putting all my focus into pouring my own. “No. Just coffee … I don’t really know how else to say thank you for everything yesterday, Mr. Wilder.” Considering I have no money, a busted car, and no way of getting out of here—oh, and add that to the fact he somehow got me through hyperventilating and feeling like I was on the cliff’s edge of losing my mind.
