“If I was going to be a good friend to you right now, what would I do?” Sloane sighs, relief painting every inch of her body. Like I just posed her the one question she so desperately needed someone to ask. “Jas. Get me the fuck out of here. I wanna go to the ranch.” I stare at her for a beat, hands shoved in my pockets, thinking I’d do anything she asked in this moment. And then I reach my hand out to her with a firm nod. “Let’s go, Sunny.”
