Aira’s POV
“He’s the biggest asshole I’ve ever met!” I complained to Blanche as I paced my bedroom, and she sat on the edge of my bed. “I don’t know why we’re staying. I don’t want to see any stupid bridge.”
“Aira, you’re not giving him a chance,” Blanche replied exasperatedly. “You don’t know him well enough to know he’s an asshole. And you might like the bridge.”
I raised an eyebrow at her. “Really? A bridge in a bunch of scrub. Whoopee.”
“You don’t know the land, either. You might just like that, too,” she said.
“I don’t, and won’t, like anything connected with Knox. I want nothing to do with him,” I responded. “He’s a jerk.”
“Well, that’s at least a step down from asshole,” she pointed out.
My nostrils flared. “I just ran out of vocabulary I can use in front of you, that’s all.”
“I’m eight……
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