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I inhale deeply and let it out slowly, bracing myself for his response to my next question “Do you think you could feel that way about Sandy?”

Greg’s neck flexes with a s that rip on the table intensifies “You’re playing with fire, Tyler,” he says, and I know heh enough? You want to confuse the shit out of her too? Confuse and insult her?”

“You don’t understand Her friends sharedeal to her”

“So hi his parts in dumpsters around town Doesn’t mean I want to live the same life”

“Yeah, but she went into a long spiel about all the pros She was supposed to get introduced to these rancher cousins of her friend’s husbands When she told ry at the idea”

“Maybe she was just telling you this stuff to shock you or to make you jealous Maybe the part about the cousins was made up just to hurt you”

“Sandy’s not like that” Or at least she wasn’t I’m not the sa Sandy to be? Greg spoons another mouthful of cereal while I sweat over the viability of my own idea Then I realize that he never answered my question

“Maybe she has changed Maybe she uess I won’t know until I have this conversation with her What I need to knoould you want to share her with me?”

His nostrils flair like an annoyed bull “What the fuck are you asking me, Tyler? Would I fuck your woirl Not just any girl either And you think you could share her withto show off the full extent of the e, and the broadness of his chest is enhanced

He’s a massive man

A et what he is trying to do, but it’s not going to work He thinks the idea of Sandy touching hi that fillsshe’d be in good hands, hands more reliable than mine, would only be a relief

Eye to eye, so heartfelt passes between us I blink, decidingI have this one chance to convince him of what I already know deep in ive my life for you I’d share the love ofhappens to me…”

Greg’s hand shoots up to haltto happen to you, T? Is there so me?”

“No There’s nothing I’ her back intohappened to h to kno fickle life can be There’s no certainty, or at least, I can’t pretend that I believe there is”

The cereal bowl is shunted across the table by Greg’s huge, tattooed hand The word HATE is e froot it inked onto his skin, he didn’t believe there was anything other than HATE that would ever touch hied his ether as a makeshift family, but deep down, I know he needs to feel the love of a woman to make him truly believe

Sandy’s touch did that for me

“Fuck,” he h to kill with a single punch “You think these are good hands, T?”

It’s not the first ti’s fierce exterior has been crafted to cover so softer and a whole lot more vulnerable

“Of course There’s no one I’d trustis the only one of my boys who’s seen the inside of the pen, he’s the one I knoould fight to his last breath to keep Sandy safe The rest are good strongis ride or die He’s been to the brink and coain I need him on Sandy’s team

Greg’s neck ss around nothing again, orthis time I’d like to think it’s a lued in h he can’t believe the conversation we’re having, or his own thoughts