“Why you?” I ask him suddenly, glancing over at Cannon while he takes a long pull from his beer bottle. He pauses with it halfway between his mouth and the table it was resting on before turning to look at me. “What’re you talking about, East?” I scoff and take another drink from the bottle of Jack, because, in for a penny, in for a pound. “Out of all the hot guys out there in the world, why’d I have to want you? The one person I can’t have.”





