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The urge to packBack home in Hartwell, I didn’t have to deal with all this stuff My life was simple and peaceful

However, I couldn’t leave Dad Especially not now, knowing how bad Mo, I crossed the room to where I’d leftup er hovered over the B button I didn’t want to keep calling Bailey when I was feeling lousy because then she’d worry However, she was my person now

Before Hartwell, it had been Michael I sighed, slu the first time I ever went to him because of my mom It was before he dated Dillon It was before I suspected Gary of cheating …

Stepping out ofin the bathroone

“Don’t,” I warned him

He whipped around “Don’t what?”

“Put ne on”

Derestured with the bottle “Too much?”

“Yes Unless you want to suffocate the poor girl”

He flashed rin “I like this one so that would be a no”

“You like them all,” I teased

“But this one is spicy I like her smart mouth” He stepped out of the bathroom “She reminds me of you, without the icky sister factor”

“It’s still icky,” I gruht it was kind of sweet “Also, I think the police acadee You ever going to grow up, Derm?” I followed him downstairs

Darragh and Davina had both moved out, but Dermot couldn’t afford to yet As a scholarship student at MassArt (Massachusetts College of Art & Design), I couldn’t afford student housing, and as a student at a beauty academy in the city, my nineteen-year-old sister Dillon definitely still lived at home too

“It’s all relative,” Dermot answered breezily “I’ll be mature as a cop”