21
LUKE
All night, I couldn’t help but wonder if Lara was still with Grayson. The thought of him touching her, them being together, made me goddamn sick to my stomach. The fucker was lying to her, knowing she was in a vulnerable state. I’d waited for a text or phone call to come through, saying she didn’t want to have anything to do with me. Since I never received a call, hopefully it meant she still wanted to see me. There was no telling, with the garbage Grayson was no doubt feeding into her head.
With my boat hitched up to my truck, I pulled out my phone to text Lara.
Me: On my way. Ready to go?
Mostly, I just wanted to see if she’d reply. If she didn’t, I had no clue what I was going to do. Luckily, my phone beeped with a returning text.
Lara: Fixing our lunches now. :)
Breathin
