Ev peered up at me, stunned. “You… you really feel that, don’t you?” Evsaid.
I shrugged. “I mostly try not to think about it atall.”
Ev frowned. “This is why you ignore yourmother?”
“I don’tignoreher.”
“I mean, you don’t visit hereither.”
I turned to glare at him. “How the fuck did this conversation become a debate on my treatment of mymother?”
Ev shook his head. “It’s not. It’snot. I just sometimes don’t understand how you and I look at the same facts and come up with two completely differentinterpretations.”
“Right, and mine are all wrong?” I was defensive and I couldn’t stopit.
“In this case?” Ev stood too and stepped forward until he was right in front of me, one shoe on and one shoe off. “You’re dead wrong,Silas.”
He grabbed my jaw in his smooth, cool hands and forced me to look athim.
“Silas Sloane, you areno one’ssecond choice. You’re a secondchance.”
I wanted to believe it. God, I did. So, I closed my eyes and let him kiss me, let him tow me to the sofa and attempt toprovehis words tome.
But when he drove out of my driveway a few hours later, I knew they weren’t true, even if I wanted them to be. I just wasn’t sure what I wanted to do aboutit.
