Chapter 7
“I know who you are!”
Nope. He really didn’t.
“But you’re smaller than I remember.” There was a reason for that. Mitch was remembering somebody else.
Tag stood—on his tiptoes. He wasn’t backing down. “I’m not too small to kick your ass if I have to.”
“Wait! Stop you two,” Geoffrey pleaded, because Tag definitely was. Struggling to stand, Geoffrey reached for the rock, desperate to stop the fighting, because nobody’s ass needed kicking. “Just back away. Breathe.”
“You heard him,” the others both said at once.
“He was talking to you.” Tag shoved Mitch hard. The hulking EMT barely budged. “Get out of here, Ryan.” Still, Tag held his misinformed ground.
“Tag, that’s not Ryan. Neither is Tag. He. Him. Ryan…isn’t him. He isn’t Ryan.” Geoffrey grunted with frustration. “No one h
