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Oliver Spence was the ex-flahn hit in the face His wealthy fa, and when Bailey was nineteen, he told her he loved her and she fell in love right back But at the end of the suh for his family Bastard If I’d been friends with Bailey back then, I would have found a way to take sweet revenge on the uppity asshole Like filling his luxury sports car with piles and piles of cheese—sothat stuff out for days, and he’d never get the smell out of the leather

Unfortunately, I wasn’t in Hartwell back then to execute such sophisticated revenge plans for my best friend

“He hn, and I need to work out how I feel about Tres about him”

I called bullshit “Oh, please, you kno you feel about Vaughn”

“I’ to smack you”

I grinned and turned ainst the dimple there “Go ahead Make my day”

Bailey’s green eyes danced with aood”

I pretended to preen “I know” The girls laughed

“Miss,” a guy’s voice cut through our laughter We all turned as afamiliar about the way he moved as he led a short, pretty blond up the steps with hiaze zeroed in on Emery “We’d like to purchase a couple of books if that’s okay,” he said in a thick Boston accent

That’s when the familiarity made sense

The shock that slah me I likened to how it must feel to step out onto the street, not see the car, and suddenly find yourself flying through the air with the unexpected impact

No

Jesus Christ, no

What was he doing here?

My heart raced sickeningly in my chest A flush of heat swept overunder my arms The shock rendered my limbs useless, and I could only stare