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But Moh My and h In the end, Dad still left us All of us

And, God help me, I was a lot like my father

I looked like hie version Sa for my face Sa shade My hair matched his, a brown that so side, falling past ht I was somewhere stuck in the middle I wasn’t tall or short I was just

Average

Not like , all blond hair and flawless skin Even though life had gotten way harder in the last five years, she persevered and that ave up, no matter what, even if there were ht want to pack it all in

For Mo

Lori got the blessed side of our genetics, taking after Mom Blonde bombshell to the max, with all the curves and pouty lips to back it up

But the similarities ran deeper than the physical for me

I was a runner, too, and not the healthy kind When things got too rough, I checked out, just like Dad had Itoward to on today

But I was also likeafter so for so to come back

It was like I ended up with the worst qualities of my parents

Heaviness settled in ot ready for bed This November would be four years since Dad left I couldn’t believe it had already been that long Still felt like yesterday in a lot of ways

Throwing back the covers on aze fell on the doors leading out to the balcony I should lock the doors Sebastian probably wouldn’t stop by, and besides, even if he did, thatthat wasn’t good

Maybe that hy no one else interested me

Why Andre hadn’t kept my interest

Scrubbingdue our relationship It shouldn’t Putting a little distance between us, setting up some boundaries, wouldn’t be a bad idea It was probably the s to do, because I didn’t want to be a runner or a chaser

I was

I walked over to the doors and unlocked them with a soft click

CHAPTER FOUR

I half awoke to the feeling ofof my name

I rolled onto my side and winced as I blinked open my eyes I’d fallen asleep with the la into h

Sebastian was sitting on the edge of rin on his lips

“Hey,” Iup at him with sleepy eyes “Whatwhat time is it?”

“A little after three”

“Are you just getting ho the school year, but as long as he was scoring touchdowns, his parents pretty o as he pleased

“Yeah We got into a ames has to wash the cars”

I laughed “Seriously?”

“Hell yeah” The grin kicked up a notch “Keith and his brother versus me and Phillip”

“Who won?”

“Do you really need to ask that?” He reached out, gently shoving my arm “Phillip and I did, of course We made that birdie our bitch”

I rolled my eyes “Wow”

“Anyway, our win involves you”

“Huh?” I squinted at him

“Yep” Lifting his hand, he knocked a hank of hair off his forehead “I plan on getting the Jeep as dirty as humanly possible, and I mean I want it to look like one of those abandoned cars on The Walking Dead So how about we ride out to the lake this week and mess my baby up”

Grinning, I pressed o to the lake with hi, but it did It meant too much “You’re terrible”

“Terribly adorable, right?”