MichaelI'm not prepared to face Mark Taylor. I thought I could handle it, that I could look that arrogant jerk in the eye and act like he doesn't affect me, but I can't. He's so smug, so awful, so condescending. And in his presence, I feel like a helpless child again, witnessing my father endure th
Her eyes go wide. “What did you say?” My heart thuds. This is how our last fight ended. The fight that lost me Lilly. Am I idiot enough to repeat those words?“I said. You. Wish.” Yep. I am.Her lips part on a breath, and my body pulls taut. Her tongue darts out to taste her bottom lip. Like she mig
LillyI wake up with a sore neck, a numb shoulder, and an overwhelming sense of dread. Light spills through the curtains I forgot to close, and I groan softly. The couch, as I discovered last night after three glasses of wine, doesn’t pull out. After futilely tugging at it and nearly toppling over,
“Shit. Was anyone else there when he told you?”“No. No one knows. Why? Levi, what did you not tell me?”There’s an awkward pause, and his breaths are loud in my ear, even over the crash of the waves. The story I was told about that night—because at this point, I think it might have been just that—w
He sighs. “I didn’t want you to think less of me. So I went along with his plan. I wasn’t thinking straight. I should have told you the truth. But I don’t know—” Another pause and a heavy breath. “I didn’t want you to think less of him. Stupid of me. Because of course you’d hate him for the crash. E
MichaelWe're in for some godforsaken hike today, segregated by gender. Hiking is tolerable, but it's hardly conducive to cozying up to Cataleya or selling the Lilly love story. At least it's perfect for avoiding Mark the Prick. I doubt he's ever hiked a day in his life. Supposedly, it ends with a s
I laugh. “I know. I remember how much ramen you ate in college.” I pause, recalling the days of Lilly and Levi as roommates. Lilly, constantly trying to make our house into more of a home, and Levi avoiding her efforts but still eating double what anyone else did. “I’m glad we’ll be back together to
I grind my teeth at the stupid nickname. “Yeah, except I didn’t break Amora’s heart. It was all business. Everyone knows that. I’m happy for her.”Harold snorts. “Not to hear her father tell it. Henry Waldorf hates your guts, and not a day goes by that he doesn’t bemoan your treatment of his daughte