How much did bro tell you?"
"Bro?"
"The White King.

A lot of funny stuff happens in Canada.

His personality just worked. He did things that caught people's attention, but not in a bad way. In a funny way.

Let me rephrase.” He took a seething step toward me. “When it comes to you… I don’t like to share.

Sure it could get rough sometimes, but life wasn't a Hollywood movie. Shit happened. You fought, you screamed, and somehow you worked like hell to get out the other side still intact.

You're letting me go?"
He curled his upper lip, his expression painfully bitter as he took a step back from me.
"Apparently... I never had a hold of you." He turned sharply, and without another word striding down the street into the dark.
Braden never once looked back and that was a good thing.
If he had, he'd have seen Jocelyn Butler crying real tears for the first time in a long time, and he would have known that I'd lied. And lied big. For anyone who saw me, knew they were watching a heart in the process of it breaking.