I'm gonna make that asshole gnaw his own hand off that night, dammit.
Growing up with my dad taught me to either lie like a pro or not bother.
I want it to be better than okay. You deserve better than okay.
I'm trying to protect you. From myself. I don't do..." he swung a finger back and forth between us"...this.
I wanted to tell you that I just--I miss you. And maybe that sounds ridiculous--like we barely know each other, but between the emails and texts and... everything else, I felt like we did. Like we do. and I miss--I don't know how else to say it--I miss both of you.
"You're full of contradictions, Ms. Wallace." I looked up at him and arched a brow. "I'm a girl. That's part of the job description, Mr. Maxfield."