“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.

remember that family bash?

I ever throw shade at

more fragile after

they couldn’t unravel, holding them

Hannah caved first,

“Okay, my bad.

like that, let alone doubted you because

that doing this could put a bullseye on us from the

I’d really done it, I wouldn’t keep it under

she had

feeling the ache throb,

“I’m just wiped out.

a

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

“You…”

forehead, his

good, there’s no

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