Chapter 92 The One Who Didn't Beg Ch3

• It happened on a Thursday. Rain hammered the alley behind the bar where she found him smoking, watching the droplets hit concrete like he could burn a hole through the storm with his stare alone.
• Aubrey stepped outside like she didn’t care if she got drenched. Her boots splashed through puddles. Her eyes locked on his.
• “Got something to say, sweetheart?” he drawled, flicking the ash off his cigarette.