Page 35 of Timber's Line
I hang my head, knowing I fucked up. Now, she’s hurting, and worse—with that guy.
“Your ears are steaming.” Brice chuckles.
“Shut up.”
“Stop getting lost in your head. I know it’s a dark place in there.”
“It is.”
“What did you do?” I turn my head when he asks.
“What did I do?” I ask him.
“I’m going to guess you told Timber you went and saw Snow.”
“I did.”
“What do you feel for Snow?”
“Nothing, now.”
“Don’t believe you. It’s over and you know it. You need to get that through your head. You can’t move on until you do that.”
“I know. I just don’t know how I can get past it.”
“You’ll figure it out.”
We sit in silence.
When the van pulls up and Timber gets out, I start to jump up, but Brice pulls me back down. “You need to give her a moment and compose yourself.”
She heads into the house instead of the barn. Ashton pulls up and I want to plow the look off his face.
“Sit down,” Brice orders and I do. I hate that guy and don’t even know why.
“Keep your head on straight.” London joins us.
“He been like this for a while?”
“A hothead?” London asks Brice.
“Yeah, for a couple of years, even before Snow.”
“He’ll work on it,” I say. They just shake their heads.
Ashton strolls by and nods. I want to wipe the ground with his face and wipe that smirk off it.
Memphis storms over to us, and I know it’s not good.
“What’s up your ass?”
“That guy,” he points at the douche bag that just passed us.
“What’s up?”
“He basically gave me an order to let him fight.” He slumps in the seat.
“And you didn’t punch him?” London eyes him.
