“It’s best I don’t,” I clip, keeping my ass planted in the chair. Just as Brendan has no right to Marigold—I don’t either. I’d no doubt cause trouble by showing up, and I’m not trying to ruin my sister’s birthday celebration. She’d never let me forget it. “Cade?” Mom says my name cautiously, catching my attention enough to look in her direction. “Yeah?” “It’s okay to feel something for her.” My stomach plummets. Mom has always been observant, I just didn’t think my mixed feelings when it comes to Marigold had become so obvious. I shake my head. “It’s not like that.”
Smart Momma!!
