“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Zach said softly. “He’d have died if you hadn’t told the sheriff.”
Ashton clasped his hands in his lap and stared at them. “I didn’t want anyone to die.”
“I need to go, but thank you for what you did.” He debated shaking hands, but he wasn’t over six years of being hated on. He’d forgive Ashton, just not today. Somewhere in the back of his head, he heard his grandfather mutter,tomorrow doesn’t look good either. But next week had potential. “I’m glad you got away from them and didn’t commit murder or anything. I’ll…we’ll talk soon.”
He opened the door and headed for the elevator. Maddie would help Zach figure out how to help Ashton. Colton would have bled out if no one had told the sheriff about the tracker, so Zach owed him.
He pushed the up button and thanked God the car was on the first floor because he would have looked like an idiot, having to wait for his grand exit. When the doors closed though, he let out a shaky, rough little laugh. Okay. Okay, he was doing this.
He was managing shit.
Zach figured all he had to do was get Colton healthy, help Colton finish and move into his home, figure out what to do with the rest of his life, and get his driver’s license.
No problem.
He had this.
