I can't think about Caelan right now. This needs to be as if she isn't here. Logically, I know that isn't even f*****g possible. I could literally feel her the moment she entered the barn. But staring at the jailhouse-tattooed piece of s**t in front of me, I try my best to push her from my mind and do what I'm best at. Well, second best at. The only thing I'm better at than this is loving my woman. Which, after tonight, I hope she f*****g remembers.
Walking around Guido to the wooden counter behind him, I pick up a cloth bundle. Laying it down, I undo the ties and then roll it out to reveal a set of different knives and tools. In this kit, I have everything from a paring knife to a buck knife, needle-nosed pliers, a small blowtorch, a mini-hand saw, and two small bottles. One has alco
