Dangerous Little Secrets (Saint View High, #2)

by Elle Thorpe

He was a trust fund baby, the police chief’s son, a privileged white man who got to walk away from what he’d done, simply because of his last name.

Fucking truth! Ugh!

He needed a moment to be still. To be held. I knew what that felt like. To have everything shift around you, and to just need someone to hold on to, someone to ground you.

Good moments could be as earth-shattering as bad ones.

“Don’t you fucking know I love you? Lacey loves you. You come to us. We’re your family. We’re the people you rely on.”

Everybody knows a woman who says she’s fine is anything but.