Chapter 197 “I Lo You” Iii
- Ally’s [POV]
- I hopped back a good three feet, but it was way too late. “Aww, come on.”
- I stared down at the puddle of coffee dripping from the worn Formica tabletop to the red vinyl booth. The cracked pot in my hand held a jagged edge that could be a prop in a Quentin Tarantino movie. Right down to the coffee-stained orange lip.