“What do you think of Scott?” Savannah asks. “I find him comparable to a little teenager jimmying the lock of my house. He’s nothing more than a petty thief, trying to take what’s mine. Is that honest enough for you?” “And what about Rose?” “What about Rose?” I frown. He said her name like she means nothing to him. “Do you love her?” Savannah asks. “Love is irrelative to some.” “And is it to you?” His fingers rest on his jaw in mock contemplation, and he smiles self-confidently. For the first time, his smile really rubs me wrong. “Yes,” he says. “Love holds no meaning in my life.” What…the
...more
