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“I used to be in a gang,” he said. “Some officer got me out. Told me I was wasting my life away. Told me I had so much I could offer this world.” He looked up. “Germaine Carter. You know him?”
I nodded, tapping my own name badge. “Quinn Carter. Germaine’s my dad.”
He flashed me a smile. “Your dad saved me. Tell him thank you again.” He looked up. “I wouldn’t own this place right now if he hadn’t.”
With that, I gave him a nod, and then I left.
When I got outside, it was to see Shayne’s car still in the parking lot.
She was crying her eyes out.
I forced myself to go to my cruiser and stay there.
I didn’t leave until she did.
And every fuckin’ tear that left her eyes ripped my heart out.
It was as I watched her swiping away tear after tear that I made a decision. I would fix this.
If she let me.
I had tried. I tried and I tried and I tried. And failed to convince her to give me a second chance.
She never gave it, but I was going to try harder now. I had nothing left to lose.
If he pauses to grip your face during a kiss, just know that it’s about to be real disrespectful.
—Shayne’s secret thoughts
SHAYNE
The calls kept coming.
They were happening every couple of hours, like clockwork.
I tried and failed to be mad at Quinn.
I liked that he was being persistent.
I liked it even more that he was stopping by my Nonna’s place and checking on me, even if I never answered the door.
Speaking of the devil, my phone beeped, and I reluctantly picked it up to stare at it.
Quinn.
Again.
The old man that was going to be my pilot for the day finally made his way out of the hangar, smiling and waving when he saw me. “You ready?”
“I’m more than ready,” I said, patting my parachute harness. “Just waiting on you to get here, Tom!”
Tom and I had first met when we’d shown up to fly out of the private airstrip.
He’d been flying a crop duster, while I’d been flying a small Cessna to get some flight hours in.
We’d talked for a couple of hours, and he’d told me that he would love to take me flying, and that I could jump out of his plane anytime.
From then on, I’d bummed a ride out of him any time I had time to spare, then paid him a few bucks for gas a couple of times a month.
