So how could I even consider leading her into the direct line of fire of every single person she’s ever known? How could I subject her to their derision and scorn?
I can handle myself. Her confidently spoken words push to the forefront of my mind.
Can she? I know my girl is strong. Her tenacity leaves me in goddamned awe, but at the same time, she’s so fragile and softhearted.
…she’ll surprise you.
Fucking Peppe. His mayo s**t got me caught in wishful thinking again.
This constant tug-of-war between doing what I know is right and surrendering to what I want is driving me nuts. There’s no question about what I should do. The best thing for Zahara is for me to stay away.
But I can’t, damn it! I can’t!
Fuck! I smack the steering wheel with my palm.
Just claim her as yours in front of
