Roman
I didn’t want her to leave. I wanted to lace my fingers with hers and show her and Kaison around. But I couldn’t have Jasmine getting the wrong idea, thinking I was trying to impose myself and pull her away from a new friend. From the limited knowledge I had about the asshole in dire need of a colonoscopy with a rotisserie spit she fled from, that was his MO of control. I might not have been much of a marked improvement, but I certainly wasn’t that low of a bastard.
‘It ain’t too late.’ Ransom nudged. ‘Call her back, ask how she’s doin’ this fine day, buy her some Taco Bell; anything!’
‘Taco Bell? That’s your best idea?’
‘I’m sorry, man who raced out of the house this mornin’ like he’s never seen a tit before just because our mate was breastfeeding. Please, share your bright idea
