“I’m not a coward. I’m a realist. I know who I am. Come on, Cage. When was my last relationship? Why do you think Travis would lose his shit? Because he knows I will most likely fuck it up. And it’s not even an option. She’s leaving in two weeks. They built a whole fucking program for her to run. I live here, with three restaurants to run. There are a million reasons why it can’t work.” He nodded, his arms folded over his chest like the broody bastard he was. “You only need one reason for it to work.”
