Fantastic work, Holloway.
There were two ways I could handle this.
I could smirk, make another joke, call her paranoid and let her walk away believing exactly what she already believed about me.
That would be easy.
Familiar, too.
Or I could do something that felt considerably more dangerous.
Tell the truth.
The fact that it wasn’t even a difficult choice anymore should have bothered me more than it did.
Because I had known I was an asshole that first day.
I just hadn’t wanted to look too closely at why.
When Ella stepped in front of my car, my heart had practically punched through my ribs.
For one horrible second, I hadn’t seen an Alpha heiress or a Steele or a McGinley or any of the names that came attached to her.
I had seen a girl about to disappear beneath the hood of my ca
