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“Don’t worry, my parents aren’t home,” he said, mistaking the apprehension written on my face.

The fact that we were totally alone in this mini-hotel did not ease my mind, but I didn’t want to hang out in his car all day and I wanted to return to school even less, so I stepped out and shut the door.

“So this is your place?” I said, using my hand to shield my eyes to take a closer look. “Then your dad’s Bon Jovi?”

Sawyer laughed. “Nope. My dad’s not nearly that cool. He just owns a few car dealerships in the state.”

That explained the fancy car Sawyer drove.

“Come on,” he said, tilting his head towards the house. “Let’s get you some ice cream therapy, and then we’ll talk.”

“I can guarantee, even if that whole house is filled with ice cream,” I said, following him, “it wouldn’t be enough therapy to cure me.”

“How about I’ll pick up where the ice cream leaves off?” he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me along.

Because I didn’t know which other way to go, I followed him.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

“Your ice cream’s melting,” Sawyer said, looking down at the bowl between us.

I slipped my toes deeper in the sand, wrapping my arms around my legs. “I told you inside, I’m not in the mood for ice cream.”

“Something so bad ice cream can’t fix it?” he said, tossing a rock into the lake. “Okay, let’s talk.”

“Not in the mood.”

“Of course you’re not,” he said. “That’s why you need to. Once you get it out of your system, you’ll feel better.”

“I doubt it.” Talking wouldn’t change what I’d seen.

“Let’s give it a shot. I’ll even get the conversation ball rolling.” He slid his sunglasses on top of his head and took a deep breath. “I’m guessing this has something to do with Jude and Holly?”

Hearing their names together was ten times worse than just hearing her name. “Is this the part where you sneer I told you so at me?” I snapped. “Because I’ll save you the trouble.” I looked over at him. “Yeah, you were right. You told me so. Jude’s still with Holly.” That lump in my throat returned. I was so sick of it I wanted to reach down my throat and manually remove it.

Sawyer sighed, shaking his head. “How did you find out?”

“I followed the bastard to her trailer park last night. She has a baby, Sawyer,” I said, grabbing a rock and hurling it into the lake. “They have a baby together and he didn’t feel the need to mention any of this to me.” My voice was breaking, about to snap, and the tears were finally flowing. “They have a cute, teething, precious little baby and he didn’t tell me.” Each word was its own sentence since I was doing the sobbing while trying to talk thing.

“Ah, hell, Lucy.” Sawyer draped his arm over me. “I’m sorry. This is exactly the reason I tried to tell you early on about her, before you and Jude got too involved. I knew it would tear you up when you found out.”

“I trusted him, Sawyer,” I cried. “I trusted him. And he lied to me. What kind of screwed up is that?”

He slid my wet, matted hair behind my ear. “Some people just thrive off manipulating others, you know? We search for some deeper, honorable explanation, but some people are just messed up.”

Even as he said the words I knew should be true, some piece of me couldn’t buy into them. Jude wasn’t the cruel type, he’d lied to me for some deeper reason, but I couldn’t invest the time necessary to uncover it. I was officially burnt out on all things Jude. I had no other choice but to cut him loose. And I’d never wanted to take back a decision more.

“Well, you were right. And I was wrong. And Jude and I are finished,” I said, getting a hold of myself. “That’s a chapter in my life I want to close the book on and never open again.”

“Sounds like you need a fresh start,” he said, dropping his arm now that the only effect of the hysterics was a red, puffy face.

“I’ll take two,” I said, wiping the mascara likely smeared beneath my eyes.

“I know this might seem sudden, but hear me out,” he began, turning in the sand to face me. “The Sadie Hawkins dance is next weekend, and I’ve already told three girls no because I lied and said I was already going with another girl.”

He was right, this was about a hundred miles per hour too fast. “Sawyer,” I warned, about to stand up.

“Wait,” he said, grabbing my knee. “Just hear me out on this before you say anything.”

I sat back down and waited.

“So now I’m in a jam because if I don’t show up, these three poor girls will know I gave them the brush off, and if I show up with some other girl, they’re going to know I lied.”

“Wait,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “Who exactly did you tell them you were going with?”

I already knew the answer. “You,” he said, having the decency to look ashamed.

“Sawyer,” I groaned, rocking in the sand. “My life is complicated enough without you making it more so.”

“I know and I’m sorry, but here’s part two of you hearing me out.” He took in a breath and squared his shoulders. “I like you, Lucy. More than I should and a hell of a lot more than you like me. I’ve been biding my time, waiting for you to wake up and smell the Jude heartache, and now that you have, I know at least half a dozen guys are going to be standing in line at your locker tomorrow morning.” He paused, judging me for my reaction, but I still wasn’t sure how to react. “Would you do me a favor and just give me a shot? One shot, and go to Sadie Hawkins with me. I swear I’ll behave like we are nothing more than friends and maybe, if you feel the same way, we could figure this thing out together.”

Every acceptable response escaped me.

“For me, Lucy? Just this one thing, and if you still feel the way you do now, I promise I’ll leave you alone.” For the first time, Sawyer’s bronzy skin didn’t look so golden. He looked pale, and scared, and vulnerable. “I don’t want to live my life with regrets, and I know I would regret it every damn day of my life if we didn’t at least give us a chance.”

My life had officially just become a daytime soap opera.

 Because Sawyer was a friend, and had had my back from the very beginning despite me going off on him on numerous occasions, and because I felt indebted to him, I said, “Fine. We’ll go to Sadie’s together.”

The color poured back into his face. “We’ll have a blast, I promise,” he said. “And I can assure you, I don’t have any love children I’m keeping a secret.”

I leveled him with my glare.

“Sorry,” he said, “that was in bad taste.”

“Exceptionally.”

He grabbed my hand, his fingers weaving through mine. “Let’s give this thing a shot, Lucy. Nice and slow and see what happens.”

“Nice. And. Slow,” I reiterated because I knew Sawyer had it all on paper. He was what drove women to cat fight and to drink and to swoon. He had it all: looks, money, personality, but he didn’t have one thing yet. And that was my heart.

“We’ll walk before we run,” he said, squeezing my hand. “We’ll walk before we run.”

CHAPTER TWENTY

Sawyer and I walked right through Sadie Hawkins. Were still walking into November and pushing a twelve minute mile jog by December. By Sawyer’s standards, I was fairly certain he was ready to run, maybe even go the distance, but I wasn’t anywhere close to that.

Sawyer wouldn’t be my first, but I also knew I didn’t want him to be my last, so then, what was the point? I didn’t get into bed with a guy just because we’d reached that stage in our relationship. It had to feel right; I had to be able to see myself with him months or maybe even years down the road.