The Other Marlowe Girl (Marlowe Girls) Read Online Free PDF

sure you did like me better.”
    “Take responsibility? What do you mean?”
    “Like pay for the damage your party caused? Fix the problems you create. You’ve apologized to me for one thing ever and that was when I was thirteen.”
    What was I supposed to apologize for? Marrying Emmett? She never cared about him and I did. “Okay, Tiffany.” I rolled my eyes at her, and any softness in her face disappeared.
    “I’ve got to get Lucí up and get her ready. You really should work on finding a job today.” She crossed to the stairs.
    “Okay.” 

 
    Chapter 5
    My cell rang. I took the phone from the couch. Enrique. “How did you get my number?” I asked.
    “I called myself from your phone after I saved my number.”
    This guy was as shady as me. I knew I should be angry about him getting my number without asking, but I couldn’t be mad. It was kind of cute. I walked into the kitchen so Tiffany wouldn’t hear me. “Don’t be late for work. Luke’s already mad.”
    “I don’t care about that. I went to Cosmos before work today to reconnect your battery, but your car has been vandalized.”
    “What do you mean vandalized?”
    “Well, lots of parts are missing, and there is a note on the seat that says, ‘Take it out of what you owe me.’ Kammy, I don’t know what the story is, but you’re going to have to get the police involved.”
    “I really can’t do that.”
    “I was afraid you would say that. We’ll talk more tonight, but you’re going to have to tell me everything.”
    And that’s why girls like me don’t get guys like this.
     
    That night I realized, I had no way to get ready for my date with Enrique because all of my clothes were still at my parents’, and with the car being vandalized, I didn’t have a chance to go collect my things. So I went upstairs to my sister’s room. Her closet was the same size as the bedroom in my last apartment. I was half a foot taller than my sister and thinner, so I wasn’t sure I would find anything that would work, but this was still the best option. 
    “Stay back,” I heard from behind me. I turned to find Luke cautiously rounding the corner, clutching a golf club. I didn’t expect to see him there, so it took me a minute to realize it was Luke. Screaming, I dropped the lacey a-line JCrew in my hand.
    He stared me in the eye. “Tiffany!”
    She came to stand beside him. “Kammy. The guest room door was open. We thought you were out.”
    He turned his head toward her. “I’m not comfortable with this.”
    Before Tiffany could answer, I asked, “Why, Luke?” I knew he didn’t like me, but he had married my sister. He could make an effort to be nice. “I will be out of your house as soon as possible.”  
     “Luke,” Tiffany scolded.
     “Because you married my wife’s ex-boyfriend, and your   relationship started before he was her ex.” He’d rested the end of the golf club on the carpet and turned it slightly in his hand.  
    I laughed. “Luke, you don’t have to worry about that happening again.”
    “I’m not. I’m worried about what my wife might worry about.”
    “Luke—” Tiffany started.
    He turned to my sister, and the contempt in his face disappeared. “ Chica,  you are way too important to me for me to handle this any other way.”  
    “I’m not worried about it, though,” she said.
    “Because this is the way I handle things.”   
    I sighed. “I just needed to borrow clothes. I couldn’t go pick up my stuff, because my car got destroyed last night. I get that   I married your ex-boyfriend, who you were ready to break up with. But I was your sister for twenty years before the affair. I didn’t do it to hurt you, okay? He wasn’t your type. At all. I loved him, and he said he loved me. Seriously, I think I got the worst end of that deal, so can we just move on?”  
    “Kammy, I’m s—”
    “No,” Luke’s voice was sharp and louder than usual. “You don’t apologize to her.”
    “But