“Don’t have to. You know how to stop it.” “She hates your guts. You don’t even like her,” he pointed out. I used the hem of my t-shirt to stem the flow of blood from my nose. “Not the point.” Nash narrowed his eyes. “The point is you always wanna call the shots. Some brother.” “You’re the idiot who doesn’t know how to say ‘thank you,’” I shot back. He shook his head, looking like he was going to back down. But I knew better. I knew him better. We both wanted this. “Get out of my way, Knox.” “You’re not gettin’ past me today.” “I’d be happy to run you down with my truck. Say you were drunk and
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