The words cut off as if Lucky had just disappeared. Tentatively, Shane reached for him. “Lucky?”
“I still can’t believe I hurt her like that. Every time I close my eyes, I see her like that. And just because I haven’t physically harmed you yet doesn’t mean I wouldn’t have eventually destroyed you.”
“You weren’t going to destroy me,” Shane protested.
“How do you know that? How do you know that I wasn’t going to get totally drunk and make you lose your job? Or maybe take you out in the Mustang and drive you into a pole? God, I’m so sorry.”
“No, Lucky, listen…That would never happen,” Shane pointed out. “Because I never let you drive me anywhere after you were drinking.”
“Still…you should have met Stella first. You should have married her.”
“But where would that have left you?”
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