I whisper, “Thatcher.” His forehead nearly presses to mine. My eyes scald. “I can’t believe I’m going on a trip without you.” It’ll be strange. He was my bodyguard for almost a year. With me every day, and now… I drop my gaze. His hand encases my cheek. “Fuck it.” He’s a breath from my lips. “We’re switching places.” “What?” I shake my head, utterly confused. “Me and my brother. I’ll explain everything.”
ahh thatcher!!!!
