I explain that night in Mexico, and the mind games from Liv that led to it. I tell him about Ashley and Jarrod, and the recordings. I pour my fucking heart out to the guy in love with my girl. “Damn.” “Yeah.” The silence stretches longer than it should. Blowing out a breath, I turn to my friend. “I need to go to her, Parker. Talk to her, if only to say I’m sorry.” He stares at me for a few seconds, then steps out of the truck. “You’re right. You do.” He grabs his bag off the ground, turning back to me. His eyes give nothing away, but I know this isn’t easy on him. If he helps me, he knows what
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