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“Conner, that’s not—“
“Just hear me out. It’s cute that you try to shed your rich girl skin, commendable even. But when people see you and my brother together, that’s all they see. The rich girl slumming it with a guy from the wrong side of the tracks. He’s never going to get past that, and one day, you’ll end up hating him for it.”
I sink back against the warm leather. Is Conner right? Am I just a permanent reminder to Ace of everything they’ve never had?
Have I been fooling myself this entire time?
“What my dick of a brother is trying to say—” Cole starts, but I cut him dead.
“I get it, thanks.” The words get stuck over the lump in my throat.
Needing a distraction from the tension in the car, I dig out my cell phone and check for messages.
But there’s nothing.
Deciding to try one last time, I text Ace.
Remi: I won’t text aga
in. Maybe you realized I’m not worth it. Or maybe you’re just drunk or high and trying to figure out how to tell me you’re an idiot for running last night... whatever it is, I want you to know that I see you, Ace. I see you, and I’m still here.
I hit send and close my eyes. I don’t expect my cell to ping with a reply. And I definitely don’t expect his name to flash across my screen.
Ace: We should talk. Tomorrow night, after the game?
Remi: Yes, where?
A flicker of hope grows inside me.
Ace: Pool house? James is out of town and Conner and Cole will be at the party. So it’ll just be the two of us.
Remi: I’ll be there.
Ace: Good.
His tone isn’t exactly filling me with happiness, but I’ll take whatever I can get right now. Because I know that if we sit down and talk, we can figure everything out.
Together.
I’m about to text another reply when my cell pings again.
Ace: Oh, and Princess—wear something sexy. We have a lot of making up to do.
A bolt of desire pulses through me, and I can barely contain my smile. We’re going to be okay.
I just know we are.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Ace
It might be two days later, but the moment when I saw the figure on that check signed by James fall from the card is on constant replay in my mind.
The second I stormed out of that restaurant, I was gone. It didn’t matter what I was wearing, I took off running even before James had a chance to try and dig himself out of the hole he’d already landed himself in.
He tries to make out like he’s the decent guy for taking us in, giving us all the things we deserve and missed out on, but the only one he cares about is her.
It should be us. He was the one who ruined our life. He’s the one who ensured we grew up without a father and with a junkie whore for a mother.
