Chapter 8

Through the open door of his boss’s office, One-Mile heard Cutter’s crooning tone. He risked a glance at Logan Edgington. How quickly could he wrap up this pointless chat with his boss and eavesdrop on the douche who didn’t deserve his girlfriend? Because One-Mile hadn’t stopped thinking about Brea Bell in the last six days. He didn’t care if he had to fight dirty. He wasn’t giving up on her.

“Uh-oh. I don’t like your expression…” Logan grumbled.

One-Mile didn’t give a shit.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” his boss pressed.

“Gotta pee,” he lied.

“Wait—”

One-Mile didn’t. He dashed out the door to plaster himself against the wall, around the corner from where Bryant was having his low-voiced telephone conversation with Brea. Thank fuck that, despite a life spent around firearms, he still had superb hearing.

“You know your dad,” Cutter murmured. “He’s a perfectionist and he cares about the people of his congregation. Since he’s recovering from