Chapter 62

AARON

Holy shi t. I just walked into a frat house.

That’s my first impression of Pack Roberts’ main hall.

There are pool tables and flat screen tv’s. Bars with cases of alcohol stacked haphazardly. At least a dozen empty kegs are lined like silver building blocks along one wall.

Couches have cigarette burns and look old, the leather faded and cracking.

I stare into the far right corner. Thinking I must be wrong about what I see.

But. Nope. It’s right there…

A stripper pole.

Naturally.

whole room bears an unforgettable

stale beer.

a

glance at

of shock and then she snaps her mo uth sh ut and forces her face into a pleasant

one too many

move until I stand beside her. I address Liam:

nods. “You have

this trashed room. She has

unlike Leah, I can sense

are layered. It’s not a one-night bender that tarnished this

live with me. I can’t imagine

way,” Liam says.

his arm for Leah to

next

a

sed. I get

know that even

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