Page 30 of Timber's Line
“I saw Memphis.”
I roll my eyes. “Of course, you did.”
“Anyone with eyes can see the way you look at her,” he replies.
“How would you know?”
“Because you are looking at her right now.” He chuckles.
And I am. I’m peering around the panel at her. I need to get my shit together. She doesn’t need to be hurt, and I probably will if I don’t figure my shit out.
“I’m just here to hang,” Rome says.
“Well, you’ll fit in nicely,” I say.
“Thank you for your permission to hang.” He laughs.
“It’s been a while.” I hang my head.
“We all go through some shit. I’m here and never going anywhere. We’ve been friends since before . . .”
The fire.
“I know.”
“Figure your shit out,” he says as he steps out from behind the panel and walks toward Timber.
I catch London’s eye, and he motions me over.
“Go get your shit. We’re leaving now. I thought you should see Snow first.”
“Well, fuck, okay.” Now I’m nervous. I don’t know what to expect, and I’m surprised she even agreed to see me.
I grab my shorts and wraps— don’t need gloves in the underground—stuff them into a backpack, and head out to the waiting car.
“Boys’ time.” Brice laughs to lighten the mood.
Memphis chuckles, and London’s mouth twitches, but he doesn’t smile.
“Let’s get this over with.”
I’m nervous as fuck when we pull up to the bar where I’m supposed to meet Snow.
I see her from across the bar and head straight toward her. She looks up but doesn’t smile. I want to hug her but decide against it.
“Dayton.”
“Hi, Snow.”
“I told you not to contact me again,” she says bitterly.
“I needed to see you.”
“Okay.”
“I’m so sorry for what I did.”
She waits for me to continue.
