RIDE OR CRY
"I know that smile," Jesse said, nodding toward the door where Knox had just disappeared. "It's the same one you wore when you told me my bike was totaled. You know, right before you took a sledgehammer to my hopes and dreams. That smile that says 'I'm about to do something dangerous and I don't want you to worry about it.' I've seen it a thousand times. It never ends well. It always ends with someone bleeding or something on fire or both. Sometimes all three at once."
Maya blinked at him, still processing the weight of his words. "What are you talking about?"
"That smile Knox just gave you. The one that says 'I'm about to do something reckless and I don't want you to worry.' The one that says 'Stay here, be safe, I'll handle it.' The one that says 'Don't ask questions, just
