Every time I’d looked to those roses, a huge smile had split my features. Every evening when I’d visited my mother, a frown had replaced it. I didn’t like what I was going to have to do to Archer, and it had troubled me all weekend. “You feeling okay today?” Archer asked w...
Now was the hard part—having the guts to pull my grand plan off. I’d told Christian that I just needed to see Archer to explain what happened. But that was only part one of the plan I had spent all Sunday working out. I would see Archer again. Though he might not want to see me, I’d get to look i...
I’d told Mom everything over dinner. It had been harder even than standing up to McNamara—Archer had held my hand the entire time. Tears had filled her eyes when I’d told her about the photos. “Josie, sweetheart…” “I’m sorry, Mom. I’m sorry if you’r...
Things are different now.” The words kept reverberating through my head, playing over and over with each tear that slid down my cheek, each hollow platitude that echoed after. It had been a week since that conversation. A week since we broke up. A week since my world stopp...
