Chapter 13
Whatever peace I’d felt toward both Noah and Alamo ended within days, unfortunately. Noah was as underfoot as a body could be. After all the times when I’d wanted his attention, I had it now that I didn’t. Alamo, on the other hand, was back to his disappearing act. Sometimes I swore they conspired to make me want to strangle them both—Noah for being a lousy friend and Alamo for acting like I was trying to stalk him but claiming we were friends. Men sucked. It was that simple. Mama was right that they were about as worthless as old Confederate money . . . except I couldn’t help wanting them to get their heads out of their asses.
My patience wore thinner and thinner over the next few weeks as Killer healed. I snapped at any and everyone who crossed my path. Even Aubrey wasn’t sa
