Page 91 of Thrown to the Wolves (Mate Hunt 1)
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Shit.
Regardless of any lingering resentment, I couldn’t let that happen to him.
Jesse was too brilliant, and kind, and fun, to lose his mind because of me.
With a groan, I stuffed my hand into my bra and pulled out the wad of cash. Trying to decide how much the total would be for the two drinks, I frowned.
I knew nothing about the price of alcohol.
Ford reached over and plucked a twenty-dollar bill out of my pile. He set it on the bar, but made no move to get up.
"I'll wait in here in case Jesse needs a ride back," he told me.
I felt a bit insulted by the neutrality in his tone, but then again, we weren't really friends.
"Great." I strode toward the door.
