Chapter Eighteen
Bella
THAT FRIDAYI had almost told Gracen about me and Fox the other day when I’d taken him out for lunch. It’d been on the tip of my tongue to just blurt it out there as he’d sat across the table from me and frowned down at his menu, trying to decide what to order.
But then my heart had started to thump—hard—and this swishing buzzing sound had filled my ears while my head went super light. I about drove myself into a freaking panic attack with how anxious I was over telling him the simple truth, and so…
I chickened out.
Besides, something was going on with him, and it was making him act strange. I wondered if he was upset with me because I’d refused to tell him who the Warthog was on my phone or if he had something else going on to the side that was bothering him, bu
