Iron Rations (Owens Protective Services) J.T. Geissinger we have nothing in common

we have nothing in common except for my son

Dallas is the one I hate

she pretends to be dating the annoyingly sexy man she met by spilling Americano all over his abs

But a chill-inducing century-old mystery forces them to collide

Iron Rations (Owens Protective Services) J.T. Geissinger we have nothing in commonIt started as an obsession. One that I couldnt contain. It wasnt supposed to go as far as it did, but things spun out of control. Our lives became so intricately intertwined that there was no escaping the fact that this woman would become mine. But she wasnt as willing. She ran from me. She denied me the simple courtesy of knowing her plans. She forced my hand when I least expected it. And then everything fell to pieces. Alliances were exposed. Truths