I skim the rest of the photos, not letting myself rest on anyone too long. Everything about them still makes me sick to my stomach with pure agony, regret, shame.
So much f*****g shame.
Tucking my shaking hands into my pockets I try to ignore my fried nerves while looking over to the bar I eye it up. I’m betting I have about a two percent chance of even coming close to it before Mason peels me away. “Fuck.”
The guys are still standing too close. The atmosphere around me is so thick it is a step away from being suffocating. I move back trying to put more space between myself and anyone else, needing it for this conversation.
“Let’s get this over with. What else happened?”
“I’ve had Zahm and Dibb working as a team, so there was no accidental slip of vital information. We just got w
