Feral's P.O.V.
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For most of the day, my thoughts were consumed with Nadine. I mean, what do I even say? How do I ask? Should I take her somewhere? How do I know she'll tell me the truth? What if I don't like what she has to say? What if I do like it?
All the what-if's were confusing me. It was driving me nuts. I spent most of the day staying far away from the clubhouse, but I couldn't avoid it anymore. I worked myself up thinking of all kinds of scenarios. I was so sure I was ready for the truth when I rode back to the clubhouse.
I stormed right in, eyes scanning every room for that pretty blonde head.
"She left," Cutter said when he caught me looking around the clubhouse.
"Huh?" I blurted before I could think better of it.
"Naddy," he replied with
