Chapter 26

Izzy’s attention was pulled to the dirt road in the distance as it started to billow with dust when a delivery truck drove toward the greenhouses.

Okay, okay. He had work to do. But then he would sit down and figure this out, because the expression on Wyatt’s face, the heartbreaking hope of someone seeing him had turned into shame and even fear and…no, Izzy was a lot of things, but he would never…

He’d hated the scoffing and sneers from Morales when he’d fixed the car. The slurs and the vitriol aimed at Wyatt’s family because of who they were. The huff when Izzy had said he liked to work there and the Abbots were nice.

No, he had to make sure Morales would never set foot on this property again. The Abbots deserved more than that. If Izzy’s car broke down again, he’d fucking hitchhike back home instead of having anyone potentially dangerous anywhere near Wyatt.

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“Izzy! Can you give me a hand?” Patty, the hippie lady, called when she spotted him crossing the parking lot.