Chapter Twenty-Four
Boone
“Hell if I know,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair and kicking my heel against the wall behind me.
Dawson chuckled. “You’d better know, dude. If there’s one thing I’ve figured out about relationships, it’s that you have to know how you feel and talk about it.”
Wade drained the water bottle in his hand, tossing the empty bottle into the bin nearby and rolling his eyes. “Oh, so you’re in your first relationship ever, and now you’re a f*****g expert?”
Dawson wasn’t even flustered. “I am. At least about knowing you have to communicate.”
“How did I get lucky enough to be the recipient of your unsolicited advice?” I queried.
We were waiting for our crew superintendent for a team meeting. For some damn reason, Dawson decided this was the time to ask for
