He was my uncle, and he was annoying, and he listened to shitty music, and had annoying opinions about the US’s foreign policy that I did not agree with, but I loved him. The douchebag acted like he was fifteen years older than me and not just fifteen months, but I… Well. We’ve already been through this a million times.”Ī million might have sounded like an exaggeration but it probably wasn’t. Gently, his fingers squeezed my leg, and there was another soft warning in his words as he said, “He’s leaving for Boot Camp tomorrow.” It’d be annoying if I knew it wasn’t intentional. I wasn’t sure how he always managed to be respectable, acting like something out of Bridgerton, yet managed to rake up so many damn feelings inside me. Not with his fingers curved down toward that area. “Dare you to say that to her,” I jibed, watching as, in the light from the fire, he rolled his eyes. “What?” Rain complained, hearing Harlow’s warning much as I had and, as usual, chose to act like a butthead anyway. Something about it, about him really, made me sit up and listen. I shivered at the sound of Harlow’s low, gravely voice.
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