Honest.
Ugly.
Necessary.
“So until I can…” I shrugged.“I’m just going to be with you.Twenty-four-seven, no matter what.”
Her brows lifted.
“That’s your plan?”
I took another drag.“Yeah.”
She looked at me for a long second.
“Just you and me?”
I shrugged again, smoke curling out into the open window.“Yeah.”
Chapter Eleven
Britta
I was standing in front of the mirror in a pair of sleep shorts and an oversized T-shirt with a toothbrush jammed in my mouth, staring at my reflection like maybe she had some answers for me.
Spoiler alert.
She did not.
Toothpaste foam gathered at the corner of my lips as I scrubbed a little harder than necessary, my arm already giving me attitude for it.My shoulder had been sore all day, but now that it was late and I was standing still, it had started its nightly routine of throbbing like it wanted a gold star for consistency.
My eyes looked tired, like the day had taken a chunk out of me, and my body wasn’t done complaining about it.
Which, fair.
It had been one hell of a day.
I brushed my teeth and mentally went over the whole mess because apparently my brain had decided that half past ten at night was the perfect time to unpack every bad thing that had happened in the last twelve hours.
Swift getting shot at.
Not shot, thank God, but shotatmultiple times right outside my apartment building.
Because apparently the people trying to ruin the Saint’s Outlaws were committed enough to open fire in broad daylight on a busy street filled with college kids and people just trying to go about their day.
That was what kept circling back for me.
The insanity and that it was the kind of thing that didn’t happen in Madison.Not in the version of Madison I’d always known.
Sure, there were fights and break-ins and people getting sloppy drunk and doing stupid crap they regretted later.But men rolling by in SUVs and trying to gun down bikers in the street?
That was movie shit.
Not my life, except apparently it was.
I spit into the sink and reached for the cup by the faucet, filling it with water and swishing it around before spitting again.
Then there was Tyson.
