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Lincoln’s eyes flash over to me and I can’t really read what’s behind them. Fear? Gratitude? I want to take her in my arms and pull her against my chest but I can’t with Reiss standing right there, and it’s killing me.
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Lincoln
Colson
I don’t like leaving you.
Lincoln
I’ll meet you at the track later this evening after Reiss leaves.
Colson
You can take the day off if you want.
Lincoln
No. I can’t afford to take the day off.
Colson
You can do whatever you want, Lincoln. I care more about you than racing.
Lincoln
Just meetme at the track.
I don’t wait for his response and toss my phone to the other end of the couch a little too dramatically. I don’t want to do anything but sit in the tub and scrub the weight of Jackson’s body off me but I don’t have time to feel any type of way about it.
The only thing I know for sure is I’m thankful that Colson got there when he did but part of me blames myself. I led Jackson on, letting him believe there could be a possibility for us when I knew damn well there wasn’t.
“Linc, you here?” Stassie’s voice fills the living area and I can’t help but tear up. Stas has been my person forever and her voice is so comforting.
She rounds the corner and instantly envelops me in a hug. “Oh Lincoln. I’m so sorry.”
I sob against her shoulder and she rubs the back of my head, “I didn’t stay last night because Colson was guarding you with his life but I checked in all night with Reiss.”
“It was a disaster,” I cry. “Does everyone hate me?”
“No,” she assures. “No one hates you. One of Brielle’s friends went to the police station. Apparently this isn’t the first time he’s tried to force himself on someone.”
Instantly, I feel bad for her. Especially if it went further. I can’t imagine.
“I’m just freaked out by the whole thing. He followed me to my room.”
She shakes her head, “I know. Colson lost his fucking mind. I’ve never seen him lose it like that.”
“I know. I don’t want him to get in trouble.”
Stas grimaces, “Yeah. Jackson’s family is rich-rich. I hope they don’t try and press charges, but the only witnesses are… well you and Reiss.”
“Will he be in trouble because that girl went to the cops?” I ask.
“Hard to say,” Stas shrugs. “Don’t worry about him. I can guarantee he will never lay a finger on you again.”
“Is it bad?” I ask. Stas knows I’m referring to Jackson’s jaw.
