Chapitre 60: CHAPTER 60

　　“Kayla, for the love of god.” He grits his teeth, his tone angry, but I can sense his wavering resolve. He’s in pain, tired, and obviously hasn’t taken any meds yet. He doesn’t want to stand arguing through a door, either, in case Monique wakes up.

　　“The truth, and I might consider it.” I hold it out like a carrot in front of a donkey, not meaning it, but Dane isn’t always that smart. I have no intention of letting him out of my sight.

　　“If my dad knows about this, it will be worse and drag me into shit I don’t want to be in. It’s done, over, and as long as nothing comes of it, it won’t happen again.”

　　“What does that mean?” I tuck my head around the door and get a look at his face. He’s suffering. In here, the moonlight is doing a better job of illuminating us, and I catch the subtle sheen of sweat covering his forehead.