![]() ![]() ![]() Hannah sat down cross-legged in front of her. “I would relive being dumped by Adrian a thousand times to avoid Brendan walking out once. The way he did last night. Look at what I’ve opened myself up to.” She yanked her laces taut. I don’t even know why I’m bothering with going to the dock.” “And he’s obviously already sick of my shit. “Yes!” Something got stuck in her throat. “You’re the only one who is allowed to be irrational?” “He’s not supposed to leave! He’s supposed to be the patient and reasonable one!” “He left.” Piper fell onto her butt and started to lace up her running shoes. “Sounds like the start to a healthy relationship.” “I am laser-focused on burying him in regrets right now.” Hannah propped a hip against the couch and waited. She stomped down the stairs, bringing a sleepy-eyed Hannah out of her room. She’d leave him hard and panting and feeling like a massive jerk, then she’d sashay home. ![]() She rocketed out of bed toward the dresser drawers Brendan had designated for her, snatching out a black sports bra and red (the color of anger) running pants, along with some ankle socks.Īs soon as she completed a quick run and walked Abe over to the museum, she was going to strut down that dock like it was a fashion week runway and kiss the captain’s stupid mouth. ![]() Piper went to sleep pissed and woke up even pissier. ![]()
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