Page 250 of Sin With Me


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She merely shrugs and grins around her lollipop, completely unbothered. “Get in the driver’s seat, Evelyn.”

“I don’t have a license, Olive!” I shake my head, my palms going clammy. Kon’s only been teaching me to drive for a week. I’m not ready for some Oli-sized adventure. Not yet.

“Well, how else are we supposed to get there?”

“I don’t even know where there is!” I cry.

Her brows go high on her forehead. “It was then we discovered the pornstar couldn’t take directions, ladies and gentlemen,” she murmurs, her candy bouncing in her mouth. “Ever heard of GPS?”

With a huff, I plant my hands on my hips and stare her down. The hot Georgia sun beats down on my bare shoulders as the humidity wreaks havoc on my poor hair, but neither of us moves. My lip twitches as I pull out the big guns.

Sliding my phone from the pocket of my new leggings, courtesy of the shopping spree Oli and Chase forced on me yesterday, I check the time.

“Goose needs to be picked up from the vet before they close at six. We don’t have time to argue.” That gives us ten hours, give or take, but I know she’s anxious about leaving the animals behind.

Oli convinced Chase that the only way she’d forgive him over the mouse debacle was to send the duck to a specialized vet to help him with his wing therapy.

Her smile drops and her eyes narrow, but seconds later, she’s stomping around her car and snatching the keys from my open, waiting palm.

“Get in the car, you passenger princess. I don’t have time for your antics,” she grumbles, slamming her door. Not even two seconds later, the engine rumbles to life, and she’s screaming muffled obscenities at me through the window.

Sighing, I climb in after her just in time to hear her mumble something about spoiled bitches getting stitches for making her late.

Before I can even respond, the car is lurching forward and I’m clinging to the handlebar above my head for dear life. Oli rolls the windows down as she speeds from the parking lot and right into oncoming traffic. My heart is in my throat. She ignores the honking and tires screeching, and I gape when she cranks the music up while simultaneously cutting someone off, blowing through a stop sign and cackling around her lollipop.

“Oh my God, Olive!” I scream, triple-checking that my seatbelt is latched properly before turning the music back down. She shoots me a wide-eyed, innocent look. “I know you want to take me somewhere today, but I’d prefer it not be Heaven!”

She scoffs and gives me a long, exaggerated look as she slowly, purposefully, flicks her blinker before merging onto the freeway at a much safer speed. “I’m surprised you still believe in that shit, Evie.”

I swallow her words down and look out the window, watching rows and rows of dense trees and greenery pass us by. I know I’ve yet to see much of the world outside Georgia, but the beauty of this place will never not surprise me.

Everything is so lush. So vibrant. So alive.

My soul aches to feel that way.

Oli turns the music back up, and my head falls against the headrest. Sliding my hand out the window, my fingers dance in the wind as I lose myself to my thoughts, the scenery passing by in a blur.

I’m not so sheltered that I’m oblivious to my lack of experience and knowledge. I know the world is a big place full of big things. I know life isn’t as narrow as people in Divinity Falls would like everyone to believe. And I know the reason I feel the way I feel is mostly my own fault.

I was raised to be, live, and behave a certain way. I was born into a church in a town smaller than Divinity Falls. Daddy was the one and only preacher in Haven and had been for over ten years by the time I came along.

When he passed and we moved, I remember being so sad to leave the only place I’d ever known, to leave the home we’d shared with Daddy. To leave the cemetery he was buried in and the congregation who loved me like we shared blood.

But there was a small part of me, even when I was young, that wanted more. And that part of me was desperately hoping Divinity would be our new start.

A bigger life. A bigger world.

It wasn’t.

Divinity Falls was, is, just as small-minded and backwards as Haven. But Mama needed Isaac, and I needed Mama, so I accepted my fate and my future, and followed in her footsteps. At some point, I grew up, fell in love, and got lost.

I’m still in love.

I’m still lost.

I could have left.

I could have walked out Isaac’s door—my home—and never looked back. I could have turned my back on Divinity, on Christianity, and the church.

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