C8 CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER EIGHT

BOTTLE of wine. And see that it’s only half full.

“What the hell, Shayne?” I all but explode. She finally turns around to look at me. “What?” She crosses her arms over her chest.“Stop eating my chocolate and drinking my wine.” “They didn’t have your name on them.”

It’s such a goddamned childish thing to say.

“What are we, nine-year-olds?”

Her jaw locks