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Nate
We ate.
We drank.
We laughed.
I stewed.
Quincey, Taylor, and Logan all knew I was pissed. The others didn’t, and if they did, I didn’t care.
Once we left and were in the vehicle, Logan opened his mouth.
I shot him a look. “Not yet.”
He closed it and sat back.
We rode back to the house. Taylor and Quincey went inside.
Quincey glanced back, concerned. I shook my head. “We just have something to hash out. I’m sorry he called your family without your permission.”
Logan was waiting in the kitchen.
Quincey grabbed my hand, giving it a slight squeeze. “Go easy. It was a good thing he called them. Calihan and I needed to have that moment. It’ll make it easier to reach out, to be honest.”
I lifted my head in a nod, but it was hard. Every muscle in my body was screaming to figh
