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Lowering my rear-view mirror, I slip the car into reverse and see Tammy rush from the car that is nestled behind me and into Luke’s arms.
My stomach rolls.
Nausea rips through me.
How could I have been so stupid. My body hardens like steel at the sight in front of me and I narrow my gaze on the two of them. I swallow down the thickness, but it stays firm at the back of my throat.
My heart thrums, my blood pounding in my ears.
“You know what,” I mutter to myself, “fuck it.”
Pushing the car into park, I open the door and slide out. Walking over to where Luke’s Porsche is, I lean in and release the parking brake. I stand, watching it roll down the hill of our driveway and dust my hands off as I stand proud.
“You’re fucking crazy!” Luke shouts out, his arms in the air before he tugs at the root of his hair.
“Yeah well, you only have yourself to blame for that,” I counter back, flipping him off. Walking back towards my car, I slide in and push the pedal down as I reverse off the drive too fast and as I do, I catch the back of my car on the front of his.
Shit.
It’s fine.
I’ll get it fixed.
I slip the car into drive, ignoring everything in me telling me to look at him one last time. I drive away from the heartbreak and devastation and swallow down the tears.
Turning my radio on,tolerate itby Taylor Swiftplays as I head for the only place I know.
Lovelock Bay.
CHAPTERTWO
Too many hours in the car.
Numerous toilet breaks—mainly for Butch.
And a shitty few hours sleep in the car, by the time I roll into the small town, the winter sun is nestled between the mountains, and suddenly I feel exhausted.
But now I was here.
And I never thought it would feel as good as it did when I saw the sign, ‘Welcome to Lovelock Bay’.
Slowing the car as I hit the low-speed limit, my heart bangs in my chest. Three years since I have been back. Three years is a long time.
I grew up here; me, my brother Austin, Riggs, Tripp and Pacey Rivera and my best friend, Harlow. Not that I can really call her a best friend anymore. We never speak. She knows nothing about me and vice versa.
It’s sad really, how someone who once meant so much to you is now a stranger.
I have friends back home in LA; backhome. The bitterness coats my throat as I swallow. Well, they were Luke’s friends really. They just most likely tolerated me and what makes me sick to my stomach is they’ve probably known about him and Tammy the whole time whilst I sat like the good wife-to-be completely unaware of what was happening right before my eyes.
Shaking my head free of thoughts of Luke. My mind drifts to our childhood here.
Running through my pops’ fields, racing along the fence line and climbing into Rivera Ranch with Austin just so we could hang out with the Rivera brothers. Tire swings, swimming in the streams, fishing, rolling down the hills and horseback riding whenever we wanted.
I loved growing up here and I am so glad my parents lived here. It wasn’t a bad place to grow up. Blissfully unaware of the rest of the world. I felt like we were hidden here, protected somehow from the realness that sat just over the town line. We were in our own little bubble here. Most people never leave Lovelock Bay, but I wasn’t most people. I wanted so much more than to be cooped up in this small town.
My pops and Jorge Rivera had a love-hate relationship but as they’ve grown older, they have both mellowed out. Or so I am told.
My pops supplied him with his reared horses for his cowboys and in return, Jorge gave my pops meat and use of his land whenever he wanted.
