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“I’m getting better now.” This from a man who once hiccuped after putting too much pepper on his sandwich. “So how does this quiz work?”
“It’s a questionnaire Bee found,” I clarify. “To get to know us better.”
“I’ve known you your whole life. What could I possibly not know about you?” Aiden picks at his scramble, carefully around the chili. The baby. “And if it’s anything sexual, you can keep that to yourself.”
Bee ducks her head while I glare at him.
“It’s nothing like that,” she finally says, which is true, but that hasn’t stopped us from turning it into a sex thing on occasion. Sadly, out in the middle of the park in broad daylight with Aiden sitting three feet away, that is a remote prospect. So remote it should be classified as a planet. Or a small moon.
“So, shoot.”
Bee consults the list. One of these days, I’m going to get a hold of her phone and find out how long this damn questionnaire is. “What does a perfect day look like to you?”
Aiden drops down to his elbows, stretching out. “This is pretty great.”
I look at Bee, who is blindingly gorgeous—wide smile, hair mussed and tied back, happiness beaming from her in droves. He’s right. Today is perfect.
Aiden gives me a look that I ignore. I know he’s worried about me getting hurt, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t too.
Honestly, it’s too late.
Even if everything I’ve ever done before now has been wrong, I wouldn’t change it. Because kissing Bee was the best decision I’ve ever made.
My heart might end up broken, but I wouldn’t take a second of it back.
27
BEE
If guilt could be quantified,mine would rival the hole in the ozone. Invisible to the naked eye but a growing lesion that I can no longer ignore.
Sebastian is trying to hide it, but I can tell he’s upset, and I can take a good guess as to why.
I hate lying to my brother, and I hate being the reason Sebastian can’t look me in the eye right now.
Reaching deep for the same confidence that got me up on that stage at Lady Luck, I pick the most dangerous question I can.
“Do you think there’s such a thing as a harmless lie?”
My brother answers first. “No, I don’t. But not every lie hurts the hearer.”
Wow.
It’s maybe the most insightful thing I’ve heard, and I once interviewed a hundred-year-old who attributed their long life to “sticking two fingers in the air whenever possible.” Sebastian would have loved her.
Turning my head, I find his gaze is already on me, cloudy despite the clear sky.
Before I can decipher it, we’re interrupted.
“Bee Montgomery? I thought that was you.”
It’s not the last person I’d expect, but that’s only because I haven’t thought about my high school English teacher once in the ten years since I graduated.
“Mr. Phillips, wow.”
“I think you can call me Emery now.”
Nope, too weird.
