![]() ![]() She’s not just saying that shit to say it. “As long as I get to go to sleep with you and wake up with you, I don’t care where I actually sleep,” she answers, and my chest gets tight. “Since I got your car, I’ll stop by your place, grab Dizzy, and bring him with me to pick you up. But with her, the word mine is constantly rolling around in my head, along with the urge to tattoo my name across her forehead. ![]() Christ, I don’t know when I turned into the kind of man who gets jealous over petty bullshit. “I know that,” she grumbles, and I shake my head. “Yeah, he’s single, but I’ll remind you-you most definitely are not.” “So he is single,” she mutters, sounding far too curious, and I frown at my boots. He doesn’t need a hit to his pocket for fixing your taillight when it cost me almost nothing to do it.” “Are you sure?” she asks, and I can picture her biting her bottom lip-something she does when she’s indecisive or overthinking shit. She also abandoned him with a mortgage and a shitload of bills, which is why he not only works full time at one of the local tattoo parlors, but also part time at a mechanic shop in town that his uncle owns. “It’s on me,” I say, knowing Gareth personally, and also knowing his ex left him over two years ago, abandoning him and his two boys behind. ![]() In 2020, the Last American to Receive a Civil War Pension has Died ![]()
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