Chapter 73

Drew

"You look like hell." Dalton pushes at my elbow as he takes a seat beside me on the picnic tables behind Walker's Wheels.

May has come in, warm and muggy, reminding me we're close to a year. Almost a year since we've been living in fear. I take a drag off my cigarette, blowing smoke away from his face before turning back. "Thanks for your concern, honey. Maybe I'll look into Botox for these crow's feet." I flash a middle finger at him.

He glares. Even though he's wearing sunglasses, I know he glares. That's what being friends with someone for more years than you can remember does. "Fuckin' smartass," he mumbles. "Not what I meant, you son of a bitch, and you know it. You look like you're not sleeping again."

Sighing, I put my cigarette up to my lips, taking another drag. This one I hold for a moment, allowing the nicotine to run through my veins and hope like fuck it calms me down. "Didn't sleep for shit last night."

His eyebrows raise at the last night admission. Both o