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CHAPTER30
Owen
I can still smell her, the taste of her essence still on my tongue. I should have stayed with the guys until the end of the game, but I couldn’t bear being so close to Evie. Not after what I’d done to her. Not with all the things I stillwantto do to her.
BDSM.
Hearing her say that in her sweet voice. All I could think about was pulling her onto my lap and shoving my cock in that dripping wet pussy of hers, even with an audience. Even at the risk that I’d just stir up shit from the past.
It’s better that I’m here.
It’s better thatshe’sthere.
Because now, I can finally figure out just what the hell this key unlocks.
As if I was going to give it back to her without first discovering its significance.
There’s a rueful smile on my face as I make my way down the girls’ hallway. Evie has a key to her room, and sure enough, she’s gone and locked her door. But if I know Kat, there’s a slim chance she’d have forgotten to lock hers. But Kat doesn’t have a key. And if I’m not mistaken…
I smile when her handle turns, and then grimace at the messy floor.
Picking my way over Kat’s things—and possibly even some of Wilder’s if that rumpled, sweat-stained Broncos shirt is anything to go by—I open the door leading to Evie and Kat’s shared bathroom.
And then I let myself into Evie’s room.
It doesn’t take me long to find what I’m looking for. She hid it along with the collar in the bottom of her chest of drawers, behind some sneakers. It seems she didn’t expect me to come snooping. At least I’ve made her realize there are consequences for those that do.
Back in my room, I sit on my bed and use Evie’s tiny key to unlock the diary.
I have no idea how to do this, but my therapist said this would help. So here goes nothing…
Frowning, I turn the page.
Dear Diary…
I don’t know how long I sit there, scanning page after page of Evie’s life, but when I run out of words, my mouth is dry and my body is hunched over like an old man’s.
Running a hand down my face, I snap the book closed and drop it into my lap, looking up and staring at nothing as I process everything I just read.
What. The. Fuck?
I’m still reeling mentally when I hear the distant bang of a door. Oz’s voice, demanding someone get him a beer.
The second half must not have gone as well as the first. Which means there won’t be any celebrations tonight.
I’ve run out of time.
I stalk out of my room, heading for the girls’ hallway when I spot Evie from the corner of my eye. Spinning around, I head back to my room. If she sees me, she doesn’t call out. Apparently, we’re back to avoiding each other again.
Her diary weighs a ton in my hand.
I want to hate myself for reading it, but it explains so much that I’m glad I did. I shove it under my mattress and sit down on top of it, as if I’m trying to stop it getting away.
My mind is as restless as my body as I wait for the Walsh House to go to sleep. At two in the morning, I hear Oz’s door slam. I force myself to wait another hour before going back to Evie’s room.
Her door is locked.
Kat’s, of course, isn’t.
