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“Do you really think you can keep someone like Blake?” She paused, arching her eyebrow. “Well, do you?”
“I…” My mouth fell open, but nothing came out.
Why was I rising to her?
Blake had made his choice.
And it wasn’t her.
But I couldn’t shake her words.
Do you really think you can keep someone like Blake?
“Look at you. Cat got your tongue?” She stepped right up to me, and my back hit the wall. “He might think he loves you, the pathetic, broken girl from his past, but he’ll grow bored soon enough, and who do you think he’ll come running back to? I’ve been the one there for him the last seven years. Me.”
I tried to swallow, but my mouth had dried.
“Blake is a Weston. He has obligations. Responsibilities. He will never walk away from his uncle, from the family business. And I’ll be there every step of the way. Think you can handle that?”
Brittany slammed her hand on the wall beside my head, and I jumped, startled at her anger.
She leaned in close and said, “You. Are. Nothing. I’ll make you wish you’d never turned up at that dumb camp and laid eyes on Blake again.”
Composing herself, she finally backed away, and I released the breath I’d been holding.
Our eyes locked, and Brittany’s lip curled up into a smirk. The crazy bitch winked at me before turning and setting off down the sidewalk as if she hadn’t just threatened me.
My body sagged against the wall, and I dropped my head back, closing my eyes.
A tear slipped down my face.
Was this how life was going to be with Blake?
And if it was, was I strong enough to live in his world?
* * *
The alley was quiet when I arrived back at the apartment.
I’d walked along the sidewalk, lost in my own thoughts as I held myself together.
Blake was expecting me back at four. It was after five. But Brittany’s venomous words had wormed their way into my veins, spreading through me like slow acting poison.
I didn’t doubt that Blake loved me. It wasn’t about that. But we were from different worlds now.
For the last seven years, he had lived without wanting for anything when I struggled to make ends meet every day. I kept telling myself it was only money.
But was it?
Blake belonged in that world—her world.
It was his birthright.
“Penny? What happened?”
I looked up to find Blake standing in the doorway, staring down at me with worry shining in his eyes. My feet carried me up the stairs as if they knew I needed to be close to him. He opened his arms, and I collapsed against him.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” Blake murmured into my hair, and I clung to him.
