for some reason, miles had been expecting what he’d heard about the people of roseville not being fond of their association with gallagher to be an exaggeration. surely the relationship had to be better than blackthorne’s relationship with it’s neighboring town. and it was — just not by much. “at least the moms here don’t physically steer their kids away from us,” he shrugged, briefly looking back over his shoulder to smile at a shop clerk who couldn’t keep their eyes off them or the group of students they were accompanying. “it’s an improvement anyway.” / @jvckstone














