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Chapter 14

Izzie

I’m sitting here in Brady’s guest room and the place seriously looks like a hotel. As soon as I walk in, I feel paralyzed by how extravagant all of it is.

The sheets are plush and brand new. The bed’s a gigantic king size with an expensive, intricate headboard that looks like it costs more than my entire college education. There’s even a massive 84-inch flat screen TV that’s hooked up with an Xbox, a Playstation 4, an Apple TV, and a Roku.

Geez, now he’s just spoiling me. Surely he didn’t buy all this stuff just for me and Liam, right?

Honestly, since arriving here, I’ve been feeling the weirdest mix of emotions. I owe Brady big time for everything he’s doing for Liam.

When Brady said he would roll out the red carpet for us, he certainly delivered on that promise. I’m honestly surprised. I expected a lot less from him.

And it’s not that Brady’s some disgusting guy who would make me and Liam stay in some Playboy mansion full liquor and hookers, but…is it wrong that a part of medidthink that?

It’s just so confusing. There’s the Brady that’s right in front of me who’s incredibly nice, generous, and has the most gorgeous eyes that I can simply fall into.

And then there’s the Brady of my memories. The one who ruined my family. The cocky football quarterback who collected girls like trading cards only to break their hearts and then travel across the country to become a flashy, rich jerk.

So which one is the real Brady?

God, I feel so disgusted with myself for feeling this magnetic connection whenever he’s around. Just the way he brushes against me, or the way I notice his muscles subtly formed beneath his shirts.

Why do I notice these things?

And when that spark happens, it’s like my world stops and I can hear my heart beating in my ears as I awkwardly wait for it to stop.

It’s like having an addiction to something I’m deathly allergic to.

And with me being so weird around him, I’m fearful that he’s going to find out about everything. After all, here I am showing off Liam to him.

Geez, am I being really careless here?

Liam looks just like Brady. Same face, same eyes—everything. The only thing they don’t have in common is hair color.

Liam’s hair has always been dark like my sister’s. They even have the same personalities. That’s probably why they’re getting along so well.

Brady doesn’t strike me as someone who likes kids, but he and Liam are like best pals. It’s almost as if Liam is Brady’s ‘mini me.’ They both have that competitive and playful spirit and are both extremely confident.

Crap, is Brady going to find out?

He and Liam are now playing video games together, bonding, and who knows? Maybe Brady will turn to him and the little wheels in his brain will start cranking.

He’ll start to think,this Izzie character sure is strange, and she seems so familiar. Her brother kind of resembles me as well. Wait a minute…

I can see it so clearly now in my head. Although thankfully Brady doesn’t seem like the over-analytical type.

Hopefully he doesn’t put the pieces together, because he absolutely can’t find out.

I know it’s risky being here, allowing Brady to get closer to me and Liam. But once again, I can’t help but feel conflicted.

Even though I don’twantto stay here for a week, when Brady met us outside and took our luggage and humored Liam, I couldn’t help but feel kind of…relieved?

I’ll be honest, I’m still skeptical about Brady. I’ll never forget what the old him did to my sister, but he’s older now. Maybe he’s grown up and changed. Maybe he’s not the monster I’ve been hating and blaming for years.

Maybe I haven’t been fair to him. After all, my sister never told him about the baby. Maybe he would have stayed if he had known.

My sister was so stubborn and naive. She’s gone now, so I guess I don’t have any choice but try to understand and respect the choices she made. But damn was it hard to stand by her through all that; and I know it wasn’t an easy decision for her either.

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