Chapter 88
- Hey, Bruce will be here in any minute. I'm gonna run on out. You'll be okay, Flinn."
- I was leaned against my kitchen island, pouting like a bitch, anything but okay. "How do you know?" I growled.
- Pete gazed at me in wonder. "I don't. It's just asshole crap people say, you know." He shrugged. "But most likely, you'll survive.".