Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 103104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
He closes his eyes. “Please, don’t ever think that. I just need a minute to breathe.” He scrubs his face. “Dane needs me, and there’s a lot going on right now.”
A minute to breathe?
Is he…is he trying to destroy my heart?
Those walls are stacking up around him, those armored tanks pointed right at me.
And he’s calling me Ava.
Please, no, don’t do that, Knox. I can’t handle you hurting me, not after what we’ve shared…
I study the lines of his face, his granite expression, and it reminds me of the way he shut down after the library. “What are you not telling me, Knox?”
I think I see fear flicker on his face before he turns it off. “Nothing. I’ll be spotty at school tomorrow. Dane’s got therapy and I’m coming in late so Dad and I can go with him.” He pauses. “Our first game is tomorrow, and I want you to come, but I understand if you don’t.”
“I won’t be there.”
“Don’t blame you,” he says quietly, sighing.
“I hope Dane’s okay.” I know I’m saying all the right words, but I feel lost, wondering what’s really going on in his head.
Several moments pass as neither of us speaks.
I sigh and say, “I should head inside—”
“I didn’t want to go to sleep tonight without seeing you again.”
I give him a half-smile. “You’ve seen me. I’m tired and I still have homework waiting on me.” I pause. “I’m here if you need me, if you decide you want to talk about Dane.”
I turn to leave and he grabs my hand. “Ava…”
My control snaps. “Don’t call me that, okay? It just means you’re pushing me away, and I hate it.”
He exhales heavily. “Tulip…please. It’s been a hell of a day.”
I close my eyes.
His brother needs him, Ava. They’re close. Get yourself together.
It’s just…
I take a big breath. “You’ve had a tough day, but you coming here and telling me you need a minute right after last night—it hurts. If it’s about Dane, I get it, but if you’re not telling me everything, I’m not sure who you are.”
He pulls me to him and wraps his strong arms around me. “You know me, Tulip. You do.”
I press my head against his chest, listening to his heart beat as he runs his fingers through my hair. He tilts my face up and kisses me softly. “Don’t be mad at me, please,” he whispers. “Just give me some time.”
I nod, battling that uneasy feeling rolling around inside my gut. He isn’t telling me everything, but I don’t ask the questions that are on the tip of my tongue.
I’m taking a chance on him, because this is the guy who wrote me a beautiful letter, and that’s enough—for now.
19
I watch her walk into her dorm, waiting until she’s safe before releasing a deep breath from my chest.
Shit.
Shit.
Fuck.
Dad and our lawyers, Chance’s dad included, don’t want me to tell her anything until we’re ready. They showed up at our house today around three and after hearing Dane’s story, they advised us to keep up with the everyday norm until Dane is ready to face the police interviews that will inevitably come. Soon, soon. And in the meantime, I have to be around Liam and pretend I don’t want to smash my fist into his motherfucking face. I see his trophies again, scattered out on his bed. Those need to stay exactly where they are for now, and if I have to be cordial, I’ll grit my teeth and play along even though I don’t agree with everything. Dad’s worried about Dane, and while I am too, I have a sick feeling in my gut for not rushing to Ava and telling her everything.
Even so, I’m not sure how she’ll react. What if she blames Dane? What if it taints everything we have with each other? Plus, there’s this niggling thought that maybe I rushed her into sex last night when I shouldn’t have—
My phone pings with a text as I get in the car.
Did you see her?
Dad.
Yes. Leaving now.
Everything okay?
In other words, Did you tell her?
Fine. Be home after I stop at Chance’s, I tap out sharply. I’m telling him everything. His dad already knows and we need him to know what’s going on.
Okay.
As I start the car, Ava’s words come back to haunt me: If you’re not telling me everything, I’m not sure who you are…
My hands grip the steering wheel as I make the turn to get to Chance’s house. My gut is screaming for me to turn around and go up to her room and—
And what?
WHAT?
Tell her Dane will likely be implicated by Liam once it all goes down?
No, no, hell no. He’s my brother, and I could have lost him today for Christ’s sake. I can fix this before she thinks Dane might be part of it. I can. I’m going to make sure Liam gets what he deserves, even if it means sacrificing—shit, what the fuck am I doing?