Savage

Years ago, it would have killed me if Malone had walked through the door of the establishment I was in. Ego, pride, and stubbornness would have kept me from acknowledging her, from giving her a welcoming smile. I’d probably still be a bitter shell of the man I am now. Probably have a harsh word for her, if I’d even acknowledged her at all. Hell, that stubbornness has kept me away from here for the past ten years, for fear I’d run into her again. But this knee injury? ...