Wild Side (Rose Hill, #3)

by Elsie Silver

I decided that the best way to get over Rhys was to get under someone else. And I did. One town over, I met Tyson. He’s lanky in that Tommy Lee way and hung like him too. He’s raw and edgy. He’s exciting. I had the time of my life. Rhys watched Milo for me, and when I came home looking mussed, all he did was smile and say he was glad I had fun. I think deep down I was hoping to make him jealous. It didn’t work. A sense of dread surges inside me, slow and steady. Each entry is like a big breath into a balloon. The feeling presses against me as I flip the pages hungrily. It’s as though I can feel the impact coming but can’t take my foot off the gas. She mentions Tyson more and more. Going out is mentioned more and more. Rhys taking care of Milo becomes a given, an afterthought—an expectation. And the dates on the entries match up with when she started leaving him with me more often too. Nights out turn into weekends away. A social beer becomes a few too many highballs. The highballs are a gateway, and though she never puts it in writing, I know in my gut what she and Tyson were doing when either Rhys or I were taking care of her son. Her reflective tone shifts, and suddenly she’s casting blame on everyone else. I’m both furious and fucking devastated as the change in her persona unfurls.