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“You want to move out? Does Mom know?”
Zane rubbed a hand along the back of his neck. “We can’t live with her forever, and honestly, it’s a shitshow over there. She and Jimbo are always breaking up or making up, and Mom’s moods are a lot to take.”
I figured that out at a very young age. Dealing with someone who was an emotional roller coaster all the time was not pleasant. You never knew which Wendy you were going to get.
I was happy they were recognizing that.
“I cleaned the trailer yesterday, and then Jimbo showed up with a bunch of friends, and he and Mom partied their asses off. The place was a mess this morning. I spent the night at Panda’s because they were so fucking loud.”
“I’m proud of you guys. I think that’s a step in the right direction.” I smiled as our food was set down in front of us.
A weight lifted off my shoulders.
My brothers were going to figure things out.
My mother probably never would, and that was okay.
It wasn’t my job to fix her.
twenty-five
. . .
River
“It’sstupid to go to the Fourth of July party separately. You’re here. Who gives a shit?” I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close.
She’d spent the night at my place.
Again.
Hell, we’d managed to spend the night together every single night over the last few days. We used different excuses to appease ourselves.
We opened a bottle of wine, and we shouldn’t drive.
Even though we live within walking distance from one another.
One night, we’d both said it was too cold to get out of bed, so we might as well stay there. It was fucking July. It was hot as hell outside.
We were both full of shit, and neither of us cared.
We had a deal. We’d agreed to do this until we didn’t want to do it anymore. But the thing was, I liked being with her.
In and out of the bedroom.
It didn’t matter. She was leaving in a few weeks, so I wasn’t going to overthink it.
She burrowed into me, jasmine and orange flooding my senses.
“We don’t need everyone thinking there’s something going on between us.” She tipped her head back to look up at me.
This morning, her eyes were emerald green with sapphire blue rings surrounding them. I loved the way the color of her eyes changed depending on her mood.
Right now, she was relaxed.
“You do realize that everyone already thinks something’s going on, right?”
“No. They think we hate each other. Because we do—most of the time.”
