I could almost see her thinking, most likely wondering what it was I wanted from her. And had she asked me that a week ago, there would have been an easy answer to that question. But now, it was way more complicated. Sure, I could kiss her—fist her hair and give her a quick fuck, but outside of that, I had nothing to offer a girl like Monroe. Feelings tried to creep up in my chest, and I quickly snuffed them out, turning away from her and starting toward the gravel road. “We’re gonna have to walk.”
