~Tate’s Point of View~
“This place reeks,” I whisper, irritated. It’s been far too long already that I’ve been stuck with Megan, and I’m eager to cut out her tongue.
“Smells like real men,” she taunts, licking her lips.
*If real men smell like armpits and cigarettes,* Colt whines, turning up his nose.
We had to make camp in the woods and lie low, waiting for a chance to even get into the damn Hair of the Dog. It may be a bar, but that doesn’t mean just anyone is allowed in. Chance had made it seem like we could just walk on by, but that wasn’t at all the case. So we had to get in with someone who could get us invited. But it helped calm my nerves in a way too; I never once saw the male who’d saved Harlow. Maybe he really had left town.
But camping in the woods with my ex that still h
