“Yeah.” I raise my hips and slide the phone into the pocket of my jeans. “My mom stated Alex’s going to press costs towards Mitchell.”
He continues some of his attention on the street as he turns the truck into the parking lot in front of my dorm. “Are you shitting me?”
I zip up my coat and put my gloves on. “No, and I need to restore it… somehow. It’s my fault it occurred to commence with.”
He parks the truck near the front, puts his hand on the shifter, and pushes it into park. The radio plays and the engine maintains cutting out. I wonder if he knows why Mitchell beat up Alex that night, if he ever informed him.
“All right, it’s a deal.” Luke stares at the McIntyre residence corridor in front of us. It’s the tallest of the residence halls at the University of Wyoming and it looks lo
