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“Ribbons,” she said. The way he turned towards her slowly, his head cocked to the side, made her pulse take off in a rush. It was too late for her to be smooth, though, as she felt her face grow hot under his scrutiny. “I just...” She pointed to the back of her head. “Need to get rid of the ribbons.”
He reached around and pulled the silken material, the ribbons now in his hand.
“Oh, there you are!” Emily’s father was suddenly beside him, placing a hand on the young man’s shoulder. “Trina, I see you’ve met Lorenzo. Wonderful. Perfect. If everyone could take your seats, please? I’m sure the bride is as excited to start this as I am.”
“Congratulations, Mr. Torrence,” Katrina said to him.
“Oh, don’t congratulate me yet, that might be bad luck. Are you coming, son?”
Through the corner of her eye, she noticed Lorenzo’s tight expression, one that was fleeting before he managed half a smile and walked off with Emily’s father, tucking the ribbons in his pants pocket as he did so.
Once in her seat, Katrina turned to Emily with wide eyes. “Wow,” was all she could manage to say.
“Wow, what wow?”
Katrina leaned in closer so that only her best friend could hear, motioning discreetly to where Lorenzo sat. “He is so damn hot.”
“Ugh, Lorenzo? He’s... well, he looks better in a suit, but trust me, Trina, that boy is bad news. Besides, he’s my foster brother. Hookups are a no go with that one, got it?”
Katrina sat back with a satisfied smile.
Gorgeous? Check.
Bad boy? Check.
Off limits? Check.
Her summer was suddenly looking exponentially brighter.
CHAPTER 2
Katrina sat besideLorenzo, his hand in hers not quite the way she’d longed for. He slept on, breathing on his own but still unresponsive. His belongings were in a bag at her feet, yet she couldn’t bring herself to let go of his hand.
“Emergency contact, huh?” She sniffled and shifted in her seat. “Should I be flattered? Or insulted?” She gave his hand a squeeze she didn’t know if he could feel. “Were you awake when they found you? And... and... were you coming to find me? Or...”
Emily.
Emily would have to know by then if Lorenzo had shown up at her father’s estate.
“I don’t want to let go,” she whispered.
But to find her cellphone, letting go of him is what she did.
“I’m still here, Ren. I’m just... I’m calling Emily, okay?” She rummaged through her bag, where she’d dropped her phone in haste after getting the call. Finally finding it, she pulled up her contacts and found Emily’s number, pausing only briefly before pushing the button to call her.
