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.

the whole room bears an unforgettable stench.

stale beer. Smoke. S*x.

place is a hot mess.

at Leah.

mo uth is open and she’s openly staring. Her pretty face is contorted with a measure of shock and then she snaps her mo uth sh ut and forces her face into

seen that expression one too many times before.

move until I stand beside her. I address Liam: “I

nods. “You have no

trashed room.

Leah, I can sense deeper.

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

some small miracle that Leah came to live with me. I can’t imagine her fate had she grown up amid this chaos

way,” Liam says.

holds out his arm for Leah to precede

stay next

a di

sed. I get it.

she can’t think that I’m just going to abandon her. And she’s got to know that even

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