I walked into the warm house, my shoulders slumped in defeat. It smelled amazing in here, and I couldn’t stop my stomach from rumbling as I wrapped my arms tighter around my waist. It was late, the sun had been down for hours. I’d thought I did good. I’d made it to Port Angeles and spent the afternoon exploring until this fucking asshole cop found me. Said he sniffed me out, so I called him a dog. He just laughed and threw me in the back of his cruiser. “Thank you, Nash,” Grayson said as he shook the cop’s hand. I had to say, for a cop, he was kinda young and cocky, but the asshole had one of
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