Chapter 83

“I’ve been dying for real food,” Mopp said around a mouthful. When he realized what he’d said, he wanted to bang his head against the wall, even if he wasn’t sure his head would be able to take it. “I’m sorry, that was a stupid thing for me to say.”

“It wasn’t.” Mr. Cooper leaned forward and rested his hand on Mopp’s, and Mopp met his gaze

He stared into eyes that were as blue as his own, and suddenly he couldn’t catch his breath.

Fortunately, Mr. Cooper didn’t notice. “It happens. Don’t beat yourself up over this, Mopp.”

“Okay.” Mopp dragged his gaze away from Mr. Cooper and shoved the sandwich in his mouth. He had no idea what he’d just agreed to.

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MOPP WAS DISCHARGED from the hospital early Sunday morning. He’d have called his girlfriend to pick him up and drive him back to the ranch, but it seemed he didn’t have a girlfriend anymore.

He assumed it was the nagging headache that struck on and off that kept him from feeling the hurt he expected.