"Stop thinking about Dillon." Eryn sighed, annoyed. "No wonder you're having dreams about him. You need to lock that s**t up and forget all about it."
"I can't help it. I'm scared." A single tear escaped her eye, but she bitterly batted it way. "I swore I wouldn't shed another tear for that prick, yet here I go again."
"I think it's more the fear of being caught than sadness for Dillon," Eryn spat his name as though it were poison. "No one is going to prison for that bastard. I promise you. Just keep your s**t together, and your mouth shut, and everything will work out just fine."
Keeping her s**t together wasn't even a remote possibility, but no matter what, she had to keep her mouth shut; there was too much at stake, for everyone involved.
Still, the s**t storm of recent events coul
