“Restoration,” she murmured. “Churches, hotels, city buildings . . .” And then she looked at me. “Gazebos.” I forced a slight smirk, letting her know that I knew that she knew what I did to hers. She may not have deserved it, but . . . Okay, yeah, she kind of deserved it after she laid waste to my fucking heart. I wanted to break something of hers, too. Fuck it. I was drunk and pissed that night.
