“You warned me, didn’t you?” She looked up. “I’ve been waiting for you this whole time and you told me not to. So stupid,” she said, shaking her head and looking away. She wiped her cheek quickly.

“Paige,” I said, reaching for her.

She pulled away. “There is only one person who’s a bigger whore than Tyler Maddox in this town.”

“Taylor?” Tyler said. I could hear the amusement in his voice, and my cheeks burned with anger.

“Me,” I said.

Paige laughed once. “You don’t even try to deny it. What does that feel like?”

“Pretty shitty,” I said. “Happy?”

Paige’s face crumbled, and an escaped tear fell down her cheek. “No. Not for a long time.” She stood and walked out, and I grabbed my pointless beer and took a long swig.

“Ignore her,” Tyler said.

“It’s not funny,” I snapped. “There is nothing funny about me using her and casting her aside like everyone else in her life.”

“Whoa. I’m sorry. I thought I was on your side.”

“You should go back to yours,” I said. “People get hurt over here.”

“You don’t scare me,” Tyler said, leaning in. “Stop being so damn stubborn. I’m good for you.”

“What if I’m bad for you?”

He tipped his bottle until it clinked against mine. “Just what I look for in a girl.”

I sighed. “I feel like I need to drink something stronger.”

“Just one?” Tyler asked. He wasn’t really offering, and I could see the patience in his eyes as he waited for me to make my own decision.

I considered his question, and then perched my elbows on the table, holding my head in my hands. “You’re right. I shouldn’t.”

“All right, time for us to head out.” Tyler stood, bringing me with him.

By the time we reached the alley, Tyler had already given me a cigarette from his black pack and was fishing for a lighter.

“What the hell?” Tyler said, stopping mid-step.

He was staring at the sky, and I retreated beneath his arm when a loud boom echoed across the sky like thunder. A rainbow of colors rained down, and I gasped. Another rocketed up, exploding in golden sparkles.

Tyler looked at his watch, pressing a button that ignited the face so he could see the date. “I’ll be damned.”

“July 4th? How did we miss that?”

“Shit, I’ve gotta call Trent. It’s his birthday.”

Tyler led me to the street, his arm still hooked around my shoulders. We watched the fireworks for close to an hour before the finale lit up the night sky.

Tyler hugged me to him.

“Is it lame that I’m thinking about how many fires the fireworks could potentially start?” I said, looking up at the incredible bursts of light.

Tyler turned to look at me. “Is it lame that I want to kiss you right now?”

I could still see the fireworks in my peripheral, feeling a bit sentimental. This was a particularly poignant Independence Day.

I closed my eyes, and Tyler leaned down, touching his lips to mine. What had started out as sweet and innocent quickly changed, and I gripped his T-shirt in my fists. When I pulled him against me, I could feel him harden inside his jeans, making me moan in his mouth.

He took a step back, still holding me in his arms. “That was awesome and unexpected.”

“We should definitely go home,” I said, breathless.

He held up his keys. “I was thinking the same thing.”

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

My body jerked me awake, my eyes wide and staring at the ceiling above while I panicked for just a moment, trying to recall where I was, and whose arms were around me. In my dreams, I had been on a yacht in Sanya with Finley, feeling the hot sun on my olive skin and looking at the world through a pair of five-hundred-dollar sunglasses.

I touched the heel of my hand to my forehead, already mourning the carefree feeling I had on the imaginary boat with my sweet sister.

My cell phone buzzed, and I reached over to retrieve it from the wooden nightstand someone had cut from a log. Finley was texting me. The previous texts were of her looking bored on a beautiful beach, slathered in suntan lotion on the bow of Andiamo, or effortlessly beautiful while she shopped on Hainan Island. The last few texts were the increasingly impatient requests for me to contact her. I read over the saltiest one that she’d sent since she’d left, and couldn’t help but smile.

Ellison, text me back. I want proof of life, or else I’m getting on the next plane to Denver so help me god.

I typed a response but let my thumb hover over the SEND button. Sending I’m alive, I’m happy, I miss you wouldn’t be enough.

Tyler’s lips touched my temple. “Send it.” He cleared the hoarseness from his voice. “She’s worried.”

“She’ll want to call me.”

“That’s a bad thing?”

“She’ll know something’s wrong. She can read me, even halfway across the world.”

“Ellie,” Tyler said, holding my body against his. “You can’t duck this forever. You’re going to have to talk to her sometime.”

I sent the message, and then turned off my phone, sitting up. My muscles ached as I stretched, complaining from the strange position we’d slept in all night, trying to fit on a twin-sized bed.

“I got an invitation in the mail the other day. My brother is getting married again.”

“Again? He’s already divorced?”

“No, they eloped, so they’re making it formal so the family can attend. It’s going to be in St. Thomas mid-March next year.”

I sighed. “I love St. Thomas, but that’s not enough time for me to save.”

He touched my lower back with the tips of his fingers. “I’ve got it. Wanna go? With me?”

I looked over my bare shoulder at Tyler. “Like … as your date?”

He shrugged, stretching his arm above his head. “You can call it whatever you want. I just want you there.”

I looked forward, pulling the blanket up over my chest. “I don’t need a passport for St. Thomas.” I sighed. “I hate this. I feel like this,” I said, gesturing between us, “is paying for whatever.”

He chuckled. “It’s not. I had already planned to ask you to go.”




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