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Any plans I’d had about hitting on her, asking her out, had flown out the window. And I’d definitely wanted to ask her out.
She was coming home. That’s why she didn’t answer. It was a given. She was coming home.
And that was why loving Cash Greer was so damn easy. My pain was his pain. Part of the reason I didn’t want him to know my story was because then it would hurt us both.
I’d gotten hard for Kat. My Kat. Katherine Gates, my incredibly sexy, incredibly off-limits best friend.
Soon, her last name would be Greer. I would always be a Gates.
“Why would I talk about it?” She whirled on me, her face flushed and her eyes blazing. “Why would I talk about how my mother hated me? Why would I talk about living in the dirt for two years because sleeping in a trash heap, in a makeshift hovel with tarps and metal sheets and mice, was better than the alternative?” “I’m—” “Sorry?” She went to the suitcase, slamming it closed and zipping it tight. Then she turned to me, her hands planted on her hips. “I can’t talk about that time. I don’t want to relive those memories. Sure, we all pretend that living in the junkyard was this magical fairy
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“I’m such a fool.” Her eyes filled with tears. “Pining after you for all these years. Hoping and dreaming that one day you’d love me the way I love you.”
“Thank you.” Her voice was as icy as her glare. “You know what this trip was about? It was my chance to let you go, to stop wasting years waiting for you to love me. When you came along, I didn’t think it would help. But here we are and now I have what I wanted. You’re nothing to me now. Not even my friend.”
“Don’t go,” he pleaded. “Stay with me. Lean on me. I swear, I won’t let you fall.”
