RIDE OR CRY
"You can't just adopt every stray that walks through that door, Knox," Jesse said, leaning against the bar with a smirk that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I mean, you can. You clearly do. You've got a whole collection of strays at this point. It's like a shelter in here. But you shouldn't. It's a bad habit. Like smoking. Or collecting antique motorcycles that don't run. Or like adopting every sad-eyed woman who wanders in here with a broken heart and a dead car and a face that says she's been through hell and back."
Knox didn't look up from the glass he was polishing. His movements were methodical, almost meditative, like he was performing a ritual. "She's not a stray."
"She's literally a stray. She wandered in here with nothing but a broken car and a sad story and a face th
