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haven’t you answered your phone? I’ve been calling for two hours.”
    “I was dealing with . . . shit. What’s wrong?”
    “Have you gotten any other calls?”
    I pull my phone away from my ear and scan the missed calls.
    “No, just fifteen from you. Miss me much?” I smile. I miss her tons and I’ve only been gone two days.
    “Yes, but Preston misses you more.”
    I clamp my teeth together and nick my tongue. Copper fills my taste buds. Anger fills my veins.
    “He cornered me, and, well, I may have told him you were vacationing with your new boyfriend.”
    “What?” God, the last thing I need right now is to deal with my ex. Now
he’s
the definition of asshole. And I won’t ever make the same mistake I did with him ever again. I rap my fist against my forehead.
    “I’m sorry. Really. But he had his hot roommate with him and I got sidetracked.”
    I close my eyes and shake my head. “Weakling.”
    “I know. Forgive me?”
    “Maybe.”
    “Pretty please? If it’s any consolation, I told him you were meeting your imaginary boyfriend’s parents. That you guys were super serious.”
    “Lil! What the hell. The less he knows about me the better.”
    “ He deserves to think you’re happy. You know he revels in the thought of you brokenhearted over his no-good, cheating, dick-for-brains self. Don’t give him what he wants. Let him think someone else is reaping the benefits.”
    “I’m not brokenhearted.” But I am. He took my trust and split it over his knee like kindling. Brokenhearted doesn’t cover it.
    I’d never let anyone close to my heart until him. And once he was wrapped around it, I couldn’t help but trust him. I wanted us to work and saw a future with him. I broke out in hives the night I told him about my past, about who I was. When he didn’t get that mad-eye, greedy look, I was relieved.
    I thought he loved me wholly, that he could replace the ache in my chest with his compassion. He talked of marriage before I thought it a responsible option. He brewed a happy-ever-after into my plans and suggested I deserved it. I held off agreeing until, with my roommate’s help, he led me on an extravagant, romantic scavenger hunt that ended in the park where we met. Him on one knee. Me crying “yes” before he popped the question.
    That happy-ever-after ended when I found him in my bed, naked, and my roommate riding him like a rodeo queen. More like fucking his brains out. The guy I’d trusted with everything, screwed me over mentally, physically, and royally.
    That was a bittersweet day. I just shut the door when he called my name. I split myself in two and walked away from my pained reflection, my building anger, my stupidity for trusting again so easily. I hate Preston for how much he hurt me. But I love him for giving me a reason to keep everyone in my life at arm’s length.
    “And I
am
happy,” I add. “Except about this job.”
    “Uh-oh, what now? Your boss got you scrubbing her skivvies?”
    “ That’s just . . .
ew
. Gross.” Her underpants would be, like, huge and flesh colored and . . . no. Just can’t even go there. “Change the subject. Please.”
Bleh
.
    “South Carolina hot?” she asks. “They’re supposed to have kick-ass beaches.”
    “Yeah, hot.” I step toward the window and pull the drapes aside. “Very. Especially the six-and-a-half-foot, blue-eyed guy living here.” I scan said blue-eyed wonder who’s offering his arm to his sister as they walk back toward the house.
    “Fuckable?” she breathes.
    “Definitely, but I need this internship more than I need one night with him.” I’d gotten into art school on a four-year scholarship, but it ended in May. I had to beg for the extra summer semester, pleading a case of hours versus semester allowance. I devised a confusing formula to prove what the scholarship was worth monetarily versus the percentage I’d used. It’s a rarity for math to work in my favor. The board awarded me the extra semester, but if