The Enemy (It Happened in Charleston, #2)

by Sarah Adams

All I know is that June says she hates me. But I don’t hate her. In fact, I think I’m just as crazy about her as I was back then.

“Has it never occurred to you that the only reason I picked on you in high school is because I was crazy about you? Or that messing with you was the only way I could get you to look at me?”

“I could bash on that woman with you right now if that’s what you want. I could also list a hundred different ways I think you and your body are perfect. I could tell you that I check you out from head to toe every time you walk away from me, and that, last night, I had a dream about you that would definitely make you blush.” She chuckles against me. “But I think what you need is to hear that your ex was a self-serving ass. You’re beautiful, June. His words had nothing to do with you and everything to do with his teeny-tiny—”

“Son, just ‘cause you’re good at something doesn’t mean it’s what you were made to do.”

Some of us need to live through the healing rather than talk through it.”