Crew appears in the doorway. His eyes land on Keira, and something shifts in his expression.
"Need an extra pair of hands?" he asks, but he's looking at Keira.
"Always," Keira says, smiling at him.
I watch as Crew moves to stand next to her, a little closer than necessary. He makes her laugh with some stupid joke. Keira playfully shoves his shoulder.
Hmm. Didn’t see that coming.
Sutton looks at me and winks.
I push aside all the doubts my father planted.
I’m going to make pizza with my girlfriend.
Chapter Six
SUTTON
The coffee shop near campus is my sanctuary. It's quiet, has decent Wi-Fi, and the baristas know my order by heart. I've claimed my usual corner table, textbooks spread out, highlighter in hand, trying to focus on forensic pathology notes.
Trying is the operative word.
Declan has been on my mind all day. Things seem fine. I know we're working through things. But I’m scared.
I need to trust him. All the way. Ten toes down. I can’t be only half in.
But trust is hard when you've been burned before.
"Is this seat taken?"
I look up, and my stomach immediately sinks.
Cole stands there with two coffee cups and that smile that used to work on me. Now it just makes me want to leave.
"Actually, I'm studying.”
"I brought you a latte." He sets one of the cups in front of me. "Double shot, vanilla, right?"
"Cole, I’m busy.”
"Come on, Sutton. It's just coffee." He sits down without waiting for permission. "We can catch up."
“We have nothing to catch up on. Go away.”
He snorts. “Rude.”
“Cole, I haven’t talked to you in almost a year. Why are you bothering me now?”
"Didn't think you'd go back to him after what he did to you.”
We both knew who he was talking about. But I couldn’t figure out why he thought it was his business now.
"That was a misunderstanding."
"Was it?" He tilts his head. "Because from what I heard, he’s been pretty cozy with that cheerleader. What's her name? Bree?"
"You don't know what you're talking about."
