“Are you blaming me for the Austins’ mess?”

“I don’t care who dies.

Hannah withdrew her hand from Bryson’s grip, meeting his gaze at last.

There was a faint grin on her lips.

“I just don’t want you getting tangled in this mess.

Bryson’s icy stare softened a tad, though he was clearly irked, scoffing, “Are you doubting me now? What’s left to say?”

“Quit with the moping,” Hannah chided, feeling at a loss with Bryson.

Even his shrink couldn’t crack him!

His unpredictability always threw her for a loop, making it a real head-scratcher to figure him out.

family bash? You stirred up

ever throw shade at you

more

mysteries they

the end, Hannah caved first,

“Okay, my bad.

have grilled you like that, let alone doubted you

could put a bullseye

done it, I

had been

the ache throb, slumping wearily against the sofa,

“I’m just wiped out.

a shadow loomed over

eyes snapped open, finding Bryson’s handsome mug in front of

“You…”

forehead, his voice smooth but

there’s

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