23 Shelby, Avery, Ruby, Savannah, and I sprawl like housecats around Ryder’s office at Altitude, sipping expensive whiskey and trying not to laugh too noticeably at how horrible Savannah’s date was last night, the success of the coral bandage dress notwithstanding. “He ate nothing,” she says ab...
He did tell me he might be late, but, I swear, if I see one more construction worker come around this corner who is not Jackson, I might rip down all the caution tape and go in there and drag him out. I hate to admit it to myself, but I’ve been looking forward to seeing hi...
She’s shoving a check into my face. One that I wrote over to her and her family. Marissa Stamretz. No way in this lifetime was this how I wanted Savannah to find out about my father—about what he did. I don’t know what’s worse, the woman standing in front of me with a check or the blank, vacant l...
But Shelby’s still there, huddled under blankets with the TV on. Thank god. “Hey, Shelbs,” I say, sheepish, as I close the door gently behind me. She doesn’t move her eyes from the TV screen, even though it’s some Spanish soap opera playing, so I kn...
I ask. In New York, Shelby would be hip-deep in men practically begging to make her scream until the early hours of the morning. I may have been absent from the Atlanta scene for some time, but I can’t imagine it’s that different here. She looks over her shoulder again at the door and I follow he...