Love.
So Sierra had fallen in love with Declan Hale.
“To be honest, I always had my money on you and Sierra,” Kai admits, rolling his eyes. “She used to have such a crush on you.”
I drop my gaze, focusing on sorting my bag.
“When you left, though, we couldn’t even say your name.”
Kai falls silent, and my hand hovers over the pile of clothes waiting to be unpacked.
“Sorry, man.”
Kai crosses over, his hand patting my back reassuringly.
“You did what you had to; I’d have done the same.”
This was all my father’s fault, thefucker.
“Mom thinks she killed him,” I tell Kai, shaking my head. “I need to call her.”
Kai nods, his eyes softening at the mention of my mom.
“Is she happy?”
I nod, a smile finally lifting the corners of my mouth.
“She’s a hairdresser now. Specializes in wigs and shit.”
“Yeah?” Kai grins. “Has she met anyone?”
My smile fades, the memory of my mother vowing never to let a man touch her again.
“No.”
I won’t elaborate, and Kai doesn’t ask.
“Come down, and I’ll get us some beers.”
“Sure thing.”
I hold my smile until Kai leaves, closing my eyes.
How the fuck am I going to keep my cool around Declan?
I can’t say shit to Sierra, and I know that.
I owe her an apology, though, if she’ll accept it.
If she doesn’t, I’ll have to let it go.
TWENTY-FIVE
SIERRA
“Can you please give it a rest?” I snap at Declan, glancing at my brother’s house. “I don’t want to talk about your fucking dad anymore.”
Declan glares at me, waving a hand at Kai’s house.
