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The girl’s insecurities had bled through her and were so obvious.

Wolf leaned forward then, his big body hovering over me. I didn’t know what he was doing, but I didn’t fight that masculine aroma that surrounded me. I liked it too much, just like his touch.

“What did she do to you?” he surmised, my lips parting. He frowned. “That bitch did something to you, because otherwise, you never would have done what you did to her.”

And how would he know that? I could be just as wild as him. Crazy…

But I wasn’t, though, and as his eyes scanned mine, I wondered if he could see that. My fingers bit into my arms. “She locked me in a car.”

His nostrils flared a little, his gold hoops still there. His hands came together. “For how long?”

Long enough where I remembered the scratches on my arms and my legs. At one point, I think I’d thrown up, but I couldn’t remember that part.

I’d blacked out.

A girl had locked me in a car. She hadknowingI didn’t do cars. Everyone did.

They felt sorry for me.

Wolf and I shared more similarities than I ever wanted to admit. I didn’t do cars, not since the accident, and I too had lots of people in my life throwing their remorse at me. I had it twice over. They felt sorry about my dad, but they also felt sorry for me. I had been a train wreck back then, the addict whose daddy died.

The one who wore her trauma all over her.

“Long enough where I blacked out,” I said, and Wolf nodded. I swallowed. “I honestly don’t remember much. I was told what happened, but she knew what she was doing. I hadn’t even gottenina car since the accident.”

“Of course, she did.” He glanced up. Some laughter occurred up front, his friends. Thatcher and Wells were getting into their game again, but Wolf wasn’t paying attention to them.

He had a way of using those dark eyes of his to probe me. They gained secrets, and between us, the pair of us had enough to write a book.

He put his hands together. “Why did you tell me?”

“Well, we’re sharing, right?” I touched his chest, teasing. “We’re friends.”

I teased that too, joking. We weren’t friends, and he hadn’t sounded like he’d been for real either when he said it.

“Right,” he said, his voice low again. His expression went serious. “Right. We are friends, and you didn’t deserve what happened to you. That girl was jealous of you and everything you are.”

My heart leaped, not expecting that.

“You were right to kick her ass,” he continued. His tongue eased over his lip. “I’m glad you kicked her ass.”

No one else had been glad. “I had to leave town after. Couldn’t stay there.”

My stepdad had actually made it all go away. Though, at the time, he hadn’t been my stepdad. He’d just been a family friend then, helping me, my mom.

Like a lot of things, I hadn’t gotten to express my feelings back then. Not to my stepdad for helping in the way he had, or my mom for ultimately getting me into rehab. She’d saved my fucking life.

And you can’t even talk to her.

Again, a lot of things were unsaid, and gratefully, Wolf didn’t make me say any of them. He just put his arm around me again, and this time, I didn’t let myself fall asleep. I just hugged my arms around my friend.

And wondered how that had happened.

CHAPTERTWENTY-EIGHT

Fawn

“Who got you smiling like that?”

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