Chapter 57

• BLAIR POV
• Ronnell hadn't shown up at my desk or even spoken to me ever since the night at the bar. Not that I had expected it anyway.
• That night had probably screwed up our chances of having a light, fun friendship like we used to. In my mind. I wanted to lay all the blame on him, but it was just as much my fault. When he had me pinned against the wall that night at the bar, I could have just left. I mean, he hadn't been holding me captive.