I snatch myself out of Ashford’s grip and glare up at him when he chuckles with irony and amusement. I hate him. I hate him so f*****g much. I hate how much of an infuriating asshole he is. I hate how gorgeous he is. I hate his sexy, rough morning voice. I hate how even now he’s still saving me when I’ve made it clear I don’t need or want him to. I hate how I get so caught up in him that I become unaware of anything but him. I hate how he caused us to lose Turner. Just a few more days and I can be rid of him.
“Oh, hey. Deja vu, Nat,” Riley jokes, his smile lighting up his face.
“We lost Turner, Riley. Cooper isn’t going to just fail me. He’s going to f*****g kill me,” I rush out, panic building inside of me.
“Alright, calm down. I’ll help you find him,” he tells me in a soothing voic
