Chapter Twenty Eight
“Idiot,” I seethed as I plopped down in the chair beside Luke’s bed. “You are such an idiot.”
“I’m sorry I scared you, Ace,” Luke croaked. “Could you get me some water?”
I rose and circled the bed to the side where the pitcher of ice water rested. I poured it into a cup and opened a straw then jammed the thing between his cracked lips.…
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