19
Foxfire
“Are you sure, honey?” Sunny stands in my doorway, brow furrowed, a cup of green tea in her hand. The whole way home, she bit her lip and gave me worried looks.
As soon as I got to my little house in Tucson, I started packing. My stomach is in knots, and I’m having a hard time not crying, but I have to get the hell out of here.
“Totally sure. I can work from anywhere.” I pull my underwear drawer out and dump it into my suitcase.
“I just think you should talk to him.”
Been there, done that, got the rejection. I don’t fit in Tank’s world. And I care enough about him to not ruin his place in the pack. So, yeah, this may feel like I’ve gouged my own heart out and tossed it in the garbage can, but it’s what I have to do.
A roar of motorcycle pipes makes my head snap up. Oh god
