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I reach for her again, but she pulls away. “I’ve got to go, Sawyer. Just...” She takes another step away. “Don’t follow me.” She pushes through the door, and I feel like I’ve been sucker-punched.
“Wren... don’t do this.”
The door swings shut behind her, and I’m left standing there.
Alone.
What the hell just happened?
WREN
Damn it.I move as quickly through the bar as I can in my heels, trying not to topple over on my face and make an even bigger fool out of myself than I already have. I’m not sure how long I was gone, but Quinn and her hot bartender are no longer here.
Okay. I’ve got this.I quickly pull up the Uber app on my phone and grab the first car I can. Andyayto the walk of shame gods for feeling generous, it’s only two minutes away.
But, if Sawyer wants to stop me, it won’t be hard.
Shit.
My head spins in so many directions after the literal mind-fuck that was tonight.
Everything he said... I still have every reason to hate him.Don’t I?
I’m fairly sure half the reason I started hating Sawyer Kingston was because he said he hated me first. Granted, I was probably five at the time, so it seemed very important that if he hated me, I had to hate him too.
I may have made his GI Joe marry my Barbie. Even at five, I knew GI Joe was way hotter than Ken. Who wants the boring blond with no muscles, and no job to speak of, when you can have tall, dark, and handsome instead?
Damn you, Sawyer Kingston.
Once I’m home, I deadbolt the door, then fall against it and slide down to the floor.
What the hell did I do?
I ignore the time and pull out my phone.
So help me God, if my sister doesn’t answer, I might catch the next flight to Costa Rica. She’s the only one who can help me work through this. I just hope I don’t lose her in the process... and that maybe she can forgive me.
I stare at her picture on my phone with tears in my eyes before I rip the Band-Aid off and FaceTime her.
When she finally answers, her eyes are half closed, and her room is pitch-black. “Did someone die?” she croaks into the phone.
“Haley, I think I messed up, and I don’t know how to fix it.” The pit in my stomach grows with each word.
She turns on her bedside lamp and rubs her eyes. “What time is it?”
“It’s midnight here, so I think it’s eleven for you.” My first tear falls, and I know I’m fucked. “I need to ask you a question.”
“Wrenny, what’s wrong? Are Mom and Dad okay?”
I take a deep breath, knowing it’s now or never.
We’ve avoided talking about this for years, but I have to know. “Do you think you’ll ever be able to forgive Sawyer Kingston for what he did to you?”
Hayley’s green eyes grow wide with confusion before narrowing on me. “Forgive him for what?”
“Forgive him for the accident,” I whisper, as if the mere mention of it can conjure all her demons.
I remember getting the call like it was yesterday, not the summer before my senior year of high school. Haley had just graduated, and we were all at a party. Sawyer and Hudson had shown up in a brand-new Jeep, and Haley and her boyfriend had gotten in a huge fight, so she wanted to go home.
