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“Okay.” Tessa leaves the glass on a table and grabs her purse from the hanger. “Come on.” Grabbing my arm, she marches me outside. We go down the stairs and head toward her Jeep. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize.”
I nod, trying to focus. “I’m driving. You’ve had too much to drink.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. I’ll walk home from your place. It’s only a couple of blocks.”
She sighs and throws me the car keys. “Okay. Just don’t tell my parents I let you drive. Or that I got drunk. Kay?”
We walk to the Jeep in silence, shivering in the cool evening breeze. I unlock the car and we quickly slip inside. I start the engine.
“Must be hard,” Tessa says, not looking at me, rubbing her hands over her legs. “This mess.”
“It is.”
“For both of you,” she deadpans.
Whatever. I don’t know what she’s talking about, and quite frankly I’m not in the mood to try and find out.
Chapter Two
Asher
Audrey is here. Right here, in front of me, more gorgeous than ever, curvier, her red hair loose, her green eyes bright. Seeing her is a punch to my gut, like every single time—an ache sharper than that of any physical wound.
But there’s pain in her gaze, and fear, and anger. She’s changed in many subtle ways. Like the scar on her cheek. I notice because I expect it, and it only makes her more beautiful in my eyes.
Truth be told, I expected more damage. In my nightmares, she’s bloody and crippled, blaming me for her pain.
She has every right. My dad destroyed her family and her life, and then she was gone, leaving me to dread the moment I saw her again as much as I longed for it.
How ironic that she’s here now and I’m frozen to the spot, unable to move or speak.
Her pale lashes lower for a second, and I shift, breaking through my self-hate, finally freed from her angry stare. I have to say something. Anything.
But what can I tell her? Sorry my dad did this? Sorry he’s still alive, making so many lives miserable, while yours is dead? Sorry he drinks because he hates me, because he says I’m a fuck-up?
Sorry I screwed up with you, even though you’re the only one I ever wanted?
Before I’ve even spoken her name, she flees through the crowd as if she can’t put distance between us fast enough.
Of course. What the hell did I expect? She doesn’t want to talk to me, or look at me.
I’ve known for a long time I don’t deserve to be her friend, much less anything more. Dad made sure of that. With every stinging lash of his belt on my back, he told me I don’t deserve her, or anyone else for that matter. That if he saw me with her, he’d tell her what a loser I was.
The thought of him anywhere near her is terrifying. And after the accident, I knew I’d never get a chance to explain, anyway.
But now she’s back.
Shit, I need air.
I push off the wall, the still fresh welts and bruises in my back smarting. The balcony door beckons and I shove my way out.
The nights are still relatively warm. I stand at the rail, looking out into the dark, fighting the crushing weight on my chest—anger, disappointment. Bitter disillusionment.
I shouldn’t feel this way. Seeing Audrey fucked with my head, reminded me of everything that’s wrong with my life, everything I’m trying to escape from. And that pisses me off even more.
Because I came here, to Zane’s place, to catch my breath, gather my wits until Dad sobers up again. I’m safe here, away from home for a few days.
