"So when?"
"Soon. I promise. I just need time. I need to figure out what I want.”
"Okay," she says softly. "Soon."
But I can see the doubt in her eyes.
After Sutton leaves for class, I'm cleaning up the breakfast dishes when Bree appears in the kitchen doorway.
She's wearing yoga pants and a sports bra, her hair perfect, and her makeup is already done, like she woke up looking like a magazine cover.
"Morning," she says brightly. "Is there coffee?"
"Should be." I don't look at her. After last night, I want nothing to do with her.
She moves to the coffee pot and pours herself a cup. "That was quite a show last night."
I don't respond.
"I mean, the whole hallway thing." She leans against the counter. "Very dramatic."
"Bree, I'm not doing this with you."
"Doing what?" She blinks innocently. "I'm just making conversation."
"You were eavesdropping."
"I was walking by." She takes a sip of coffee. "Not my fault you two are loud."
My jaw clenches. "You need to leave Sutton alone."
"I'm not doing anything to Sutton." She steps closer. "I'm just saying, maybe you should think about what you really want. Seattle's a big opportunity. Are you really going to give that up for a girl like that?"
“Insult her again, and I’ll tell her, and she can handle it however she chooses.”
Bree touches my arm. "Come on, Declan. You and I both know how this ends. You're going pro. She's staying here. Long distance never works. She doesn’t understand our world."
I pull my arm away. "That's none of your business."
"I'm just trying to help."
"You're trying to cause problems."
"Am I?" She steps even closer. I back up against the counter like she’s got an actual case of cooties. "Or am I the only one being realistic about your situation?"
She reaches past me for a spoon, her body pressing against mine. "Oops. Sorry. Needed to get the sugar."
"Move."
"You used to like it when I got close to you."
"You’re delusional.”
Her eyes flash with anger, but she maintains her sweet smile.
I try to step around her, but she shifts, blocking me. Her hand lands on my chest.
"Bree, get off me."
