He didn’t come at me again; he just stared for a long while before he spoke. “So, you love her?” “I do.” “Does she know that?” he asked, reaching for his beer and popping off the lid before he took a long pull. “Probably not. But I’m going there tomorrow to tell her.” Travis set his bottle back down, and Brax groaned as if he were preparing for the worst. “And what? Drag her back here?” “You know what, Travis. That’s also none of your fucking business.” I squared my shoulders and stepped forward, crowding him. I was done with him acting like he knew what was best for her. “That decision is up
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