But was it really that unlikely to repeat?
Maybe. But even still, think of what happened. Brock came and killed those guys for her.
Have you ever had someone that would kill for you?
“Steele…”
He still wasn’t looking at me.
Perhaps there would come a time in which I could argue him over to my side, when I could get him to change his mind. But that time wasn’t now, and I didn’t think it would come anytime soon with his mom having passed away the night before.
I rose, put a hand on his shoulder, struggled to find any words, and left without saying anything more. I got in my car, rolled down the window, looked at Steele, and was left wondering if his eyes were following me behind those sunglasses.
I drove off, looking in the rearview mirror as Garrett came back outside. At a red light, I pulled out my phone and texted Tara.
“Right about Steele. He’s not worth it.”
It was sophomoric and immature, sure, but…
My phone buzzed seconds later. I looked down at it and only saw a preview. But it was enough to confuse the hell out of me.
“Hold that thought. I’m working on it.”
