Page 103 of A Million to Stay

“Fuck,” he roars and stands to jump from the bed to wrap the sheet around his waist as he grabs his phone.

“Who are you calling?”

“Royce. There’s more to this. I need to get her out of here for a while.”

“Cane,” I growl.

“Gregor, I’ve got this, and I know she’s too good for me.”

I snort. I never said that. Cane is a good man. He’s just yet to realize it.

“This needs to be handled. Ally can’t cover for her friend a second more, I mean it.”

This gets my attention. I narrow my eyes because it’s clear my brother still isn’t coughing all the details up. However, now I know Ally’s problem is my problem and I’m going to fix it.

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