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“Bye,” Milly calls out as I turn to leave.

“See ya, kid.”

I reach for my phone once the door to the bedroom clicks shut.I need to call Jaxon.

First, I have someone else to call.










CHAPTER SIX

Summer

Ilean back againstthe white door, ignoring the door knob jabbing into my hip, and close my eyes.Taking a few steady breaths does nothing to calm my racing heart.Why, after what he did, does he still have the power to make me weak in the knees?He looks at me and the entire world around me falls away, and I feel like I’m stuck in a fervent haze.And my god, his voice...I’ve never known anyone else who can make the simplest sentence sound downright sexy.

“Are you okay?”Milly whispers, pulling me from my thoughts and reminding me I’m not alone.

I move over to my bed, nodding.“Yes.Of course.”

“You didn’t need to lie to him,” she states quietly.“You can tell people I’m weird.”

My heart aches for the little girl who felt like she needed to grow up quickly.I guess, moving around from town to town, never really having a home, and then losing your parents, will do that to you.“You aren’t weird, Milly.You are bright, intelligent and gifted.”

“I’m weird,” she grumbles and rolls her hazel eyes up at me.

I tuck her hair behind her ear.“You aren’t weird.”

“I don’t have friends because they don’t understand me.And I don’t understand them.”

“Most kids haven’t been through what you have, Milly.You adjusted the only way you knew how to.There’s nothing wrong with that.”

A yawn slips past her lips.“Don’t tell Malia, but I really am tired.Her head gets big if she’s right all the time.”

I chuckle and reach for her dress.“Then let’s get you dressed for bed,” I mutter.“And don’t think I don’t know you played me to sleep in here.”

She lifts up her arms as I tug the nightie over her head.“I would never play you, Summer.You’re my favourite cousin,” she states, but I can hear the deceit in her voice.“And now you don’t need to worry about Reid wanting to sleep over.I know you like him.”

“I’d like to run him over with my car,” I grumble.