But that’s not to say that everything is sunshine and roses. There’s still everything going on with his club and the cartel that’s weighing on my mind. I’ve been wanting to talk to Bree about it, but this is the first chance I’ve had. So, I clear my throat and take a long swallow of my cider then launch into my story. She listens to me and though she looks aghast, she doesn’t say anything. She simply drinks as I speak but I can see the worry on her face growing with every syllable I utter. And when I’m done, our bottles are empty, and she’s white as a sheet, which does nothing to make me feel better about my situation.
