I almost ignored it, but I needed the distraction.
Bishop’s face appeared alongside a text bubble.
Unable to stop myself, I clicked it.
An image of a dancing Santa Claus filled my screen.
A laugh took place of my tears.
Bishop understood me.
They all did.
The job I’d told them about was a lie, but everything else I’d shown them about me was the most genuine I’d ever been.
With anyone.
Fuck.
It hit me at the same time Ash sent me a GIF of a chocolate sundae.
I was falling in love with them.
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ASH
I hadn’t seen much of Noelle after she stormed off yesterday.
I couldn’t blame her for not coming back last night, and we’d all gotten texts that she was okay but needed time to calm down.
Rafe took it hard.
Hell, we all did.
He’d been an asshole, and he knew it.
I tapped the wrench on the edge of the metal table where I’d been bent over a muffler all morning.
The hollow ping echoed my empty heart.
Damn, I was getting soft.
Noelle made me soft.
She stripped my veneer of cool detachment and turned me into someone who gave a fuck.
Bad thing?
Nah.
Not so much.
But the other guys would probably give me hell for it if they found out.
Except Rafe and Bishop.
They wouldn’t admit it, but I’d noticed the changes in them too.
