Gunner POV
Seeing Cora asleep on my bed was confusing. Part of me wanted to see her never leave the bed; another part pushed the first away, as women are nothing but trouble, having more than one had tried to say they had my child, and I refused to believe them, waited for the births before letting them in my life. One was never pregnant, and the other, when the DNA report came back, said I was not the dad. I was so glad about that bit of news: the girl was a certifiable nutcase. I found they get hooked on you fast, and want to be your girl, and want you to parade them around like some sick trophy.
But Cora was different, unsure whether it was because she saved my life or not; it was an odd feeling. I don’t like being mixed up like this.
It's not good for my image.
I need to sort it
