EIGHTEEN
Curled in the fetal position in the backseat of the car she and Dam had eaten in, Tulsi tried to sleep. Waiting was driving her crazy, making her restless. Styx words haunted her. “You’re never going to see him again…”
Wreck had rejected her attempts to say a proper goodbye in the shower. Just the suggestion that they’d have to drove him into a rage.
The last time his lips touched hers was just before he’d opened the bathroom door to Coombs. The bastard. Tulsi had a new reason to despise the i***t who’d interrupted their peace. Even knowing those were likely their last moments together, it hadn’t really sunk in. Not until Styx smacked her in the face with his words.
Thinking of Wreck, especially while they were apart, was standard. In bed, at the end of the day, she’d often sp
