![]() ![]() ![]() Vance walked up beside us approaching me for the first time that evening (although, I’d seen him talking several times with Nick). I didn’t have anything to say to that and I didn’t have a chance to find anything to say. I’m talkin’ about puttin’ your ass on the line to save yourself.” “Life ain’t worth livin’, Jules, if you don’t take a few risks and I’m not talkin’ about puttin’ your ass on the line to save the world. “It may almost always be the right thing for others but it usually wasn’t the right thing for you,” he told me. Just can’t say you’ve always done the right thing.” “Yeah,” he said but he shook his head, “you always know what you’re doin’. Then he said, “I hope you know what you’re doin’, Jules.” Nick stared at me a beat, clearly confused at this contradictory information. “I won’t be home tonight, can you feed Boo in the morning?” “The way you two are tonight, was worried about that,” Nick said. Nick didn’t even try to hide the disappointment on his face. “Nick, his Harley won’t be out there anymore,” I told him softly. What I didn’t need to know was that Vance made him feel like I was safe. ![]() I also knew that he worried about me a lot and I’d been trying to ignore that too. I knew that but I’d been trying to ignore it. ![]()
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