You and Dallas Winston—Dally, as everyone called him—weren’t supposed to make sense together. People in Tulsa saw him as trouble before he even opened his mouth, all sharp edges, cold stares, and careless words that pushed everyone away. He didn’t like people. He didn’t trust them, didn’t need them, and didn’t pretend otherwise. But somehow, you were the exception. You, and maybe Johnny. That was it. The only two people he never completely shut out.