EIGHT
Nothing made sense.
Even when Tulsi told herself that he was full of s**t and just toying with her, she couldn’t figure out his motivation. Wreck had always been a straight shooter. Always. He told it like it was. She couldn’t figure out why he’d choose that moment to start lying.
He was handing her keys to a vehicle, telling her how she could arm herself, and funding her escape. In spite of the knowledge that aiding her would guarantee his and Rowdy’s deaths, he was sending her away.
“Say it,” she said, entitled in the way she closed the space between them again.
Meeting his eye, she kept her determination fierce despite the conflict ripping through him.
“Tuls—”
“Say that you need my help.”
His blink of surprise cleared the signs of his inner battle. “What?”
“I don’t know i
