Powerless (Chestnut Springs, #3)

by Elsie Silver

So many people eye me like I’m a Rubik’s cube they can’t solve. My colors are all jumbled and on the wrong sides, but Sloane doesn’t care

I laugh. “I think I saw this in a Hallmark movie once.”

Be cool. Even my inner voice slurs as I give myself another internal pep talk.

He knows I mean his dad without even saying it. Harvey has filled that void for him the best he can, but there’s no getting over a parent who leaves you by choice. A parent who blames you for the worst day of your life.

Sloane: Yes. Really good. Especially when you call me that. Jasper: My girl? Sloane: Yeah. Haha. Never thought I’d hear that. Jasper: Sunny, you’ve always been my girl.

Eighteen years I’ve known Jasper Gervais and I still get excited when I’m about to see him. Still look forward to him coming home every day. Still smile when a text comes in. I’ll never tire of him. Of that I’m sure.

“Yes. Because you might be okay with him talking to your daughter that way, but I am not. Must have learned better manners in the trailer park.”