MichaelGreat job, asshole. My words seem to spill out without thought when I’m around Lilly, and it’s electrifying and horrifying all at once. She gets under my skin like no one else. She always has. I take a sip of the whiskey I found in the hotel minibar and hope for the second time that it’s cos
LillyMichael is tense and quiet as we head to the party on the outdoor deck. He looks beautiful, even brooding. The black and white of his clothes set off the tan perfection of his jaw. And why is he so tan? Does he still surf every weekend in Montauk? All those years ago, it was his passion. I too
That’s depressing as hell. I don’t say that, though. Michael was ready to give up his chance at happiness for a sham of a marriage. I will never understand, but I can help him. For Levi, you softhearted idiot. He most definitely does not deserve this, but my brother would want me to help him.I slip
Henry makes a disgusted noise in his throat. “It’s costing me way too much money. At least if she were marrying Bonell, he would have paid for it.”Lovely.Before anyone can respond, another man joins us.“Michael, buddy, nice to see you.” The man’s voice is hale and hearty, like his appearance, but
I give Mark and Henry a polite nod and turn for the bar. I’m suddenly desperate for something to do with my hands, a purpose. Why didn’t I realize being at this event would be so uncomfortable? I wait at the gleaming bar set up near the back of the hotel. The ocean is behind us, spray shooting up dr
Anger towards Michael coils through my system. Damn him for dragging me here unprepared and for leaving me alone on the deck. I feel completely out of my depth.“It’s a great view, isn’t it?” A calm voice breaks through next to me, and my head snaps up. A woman about my age, with glossy hair and str
MichaelI'm not prepared to face Mark Taylor. I thought I could handle it, that I could look that arrogant jerk in the eye and act like he doesn't affect me, but I can't. He's so smug, so awful, so condescending. And in his presence, I feel like a helpless child again, witnessing my father endure th
Her eyes go wide. “What did you say?” My heart thuds. This is how our last fight ended. The fight that lost me Lilly. Am I idiot enough to repeat those words?“I said. You. Wish.” Yep. I am.Her lips part on a breath, and my body pulls taut. Her tongue darts out to taste her bottom lip. Like she mig