“I’m not talking about this with you, Bastian.” He crosses his arms and stares out the window. “Besides, what the hell do you know about romance? Aren’t you still terrorizing that girl at work, whatsherface—Allie? Emily?”
I can feel my ears heating up just like Sage’s. Guess it runs in the family.
“Yeah, that’s the one,” he says. “Have you finished ruining her life yet, or is that still a work-in-progress?”
But we’ll never find out what I am or am not doing with Eliana, because before I can answer, there’s a rap at the window. I turn…
1: allowing cooked meat to sit undisturbed after heat is applied.
2: when you finally stop running from your feelings and just sit with them for five goddamn minutes.
I watch Bastian’s Range Rover peel out of the Olympus parking lot like the hounds of h
