Shift OR Drift

Shift OR Drift

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Killian I had one job. Stay away from Amberly Shafer. There is too much history. Too much knowledge there. Yet the only person I find myself around is her. She crash lands herself into my life with her witty tongue and not pleasant attitude. She is a broken girl who lost her own world. Yet when we met, I never thought I would be the very person who mends it back together and lights it on fire all over again. I never thought I would be the very one to shatter her all over again. With one job, I failed Amberly My father's dead. Mechanical failure. At least the report says. He was a racer like me. After his death, love for me did not exist. Only week long flings. One simple rule: No boyfriends. Until certain blue eyes, tall, dark, and handsome, crashed into my life. Saving me from a dumb decision. Love was never an option for me, until now. Even after all my efforts to stay away, I come back. Back to him. Until the truth falls out, then I'm left with a difficult choice. There is no right or wrong in love and war
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