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And right now, I feel the pit of my stomach open. My accusation rings in the night while something that looks a lot like guilt flashes onhis face.
“You’ve seen him.”
I blink at his words, hisadmission, coming like a kick to my gut. Yes, I came here to confront him about it, but a part of me, a teeny-tiny part of me, hoped that I was wrong. That my best friend wouldn’t betray me like this.
“‘You’ve seen him?’” I spit out, my fingers clenched so tight I could feel my nails biting into my skin. That anger that’s been brewing inside me ever since I saw Miguel coming back to the surface. “You knew?! You knew, and you didn’t think to tell me?”
Emmett takes a step forward, extending his hand toward me. “Becky…”
I move out of his reach, not wanting his hands on me.
Not wanting anything to do with him.
He’s my best friend. My brother.
How could he have done something like this to me?
“You knew,” I whisper softly, shaking my head as the tears burn my eyes.He knew, and he didn’t tell me.I still couldn’t wrap my head around it. “How could you do that to me? Why?”
He opens his mouth, but before he can say anything, Kate appears in the doorway. “What is going o—” Her smile falls when her gaze shifts to me. “Becky? What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
I glare at Emmett, wiping the tears off my face. “Why don’t you ask your fiancé?”
With that, I turn my back to them and get the hell out of there.
CHAPTER THREE
MIGUEL
My breathing is heavy as I bend forward. I press my palms against my knees, trying to catch my breath as I watch the bright taillights of that old, rusty, cherry-red truck disappear down the road, taking away the only woman who has ever been able to bring me down to my knees, leaving dust and memories in its wake.
Six years ago
“You’re good with Becs. She drives like an old lady anyway,” I tell Kate, unable to stop myself from teasing her. There was just something about seeing the fire burn brightly in those hazel eyes when she got angry at me. And just as predicted, Rebecca doesn’t disappoint.
“Hey now!” Her palms find their way to my chest and shove me away. “I don’t drive like an old lady.”
“Oh please, you forgot who taught you how to drive.”
Her eyes narrow as she places her hands on her hips. “Well, if my driving sucks, then we know who’s responsible for it, now, don’t we?”
Well, shit, I fell right into the hole I dug myself.
“C’mon now,” I let out a groan. “That’s totally unnecessary.”
I’m a damn good driver. The problem was her. The old cherry-red Ford was her dad’s, and she insisted on driving the thing, even though she sucked at driving stick. She tried to shift too quickly, and the engine would roar in protest.
“What is unnecessary is that you think you can talk to me like that, Miguel Luis Fernandez.”
Well, shit.
Rebecca pulling out my middle name never ended well for me.
“Becky,” I take a step forward, the anxiety rising inside of my chest as I see the hurt flash in her eyes.
I didn’t mind bickering with her, but I hated when we fought. Rebecca was my best friend, maybe even more than Emmett was. More than that, she was my person. She knew my family situation. She was the person I went to when I felt like shit and needed to vent. She was the one who understood me and stood by me no matter what.
She shakes her head, taking a step away from me. I watch her stiff back as she lifts her chin in defiance like the fucking queen she is before she turns on the balls of her feet and walks away.
