Page 50 of Sunday Morning

Pursing his lips to the side, he studied me. “That guitar case is maybe ten years old. So it looks like the excuse is mine, not yours. I just scribbled my name on youroldtit. Why are you acting soinsane?”

“Stop,” I snorted, covering my mouth. “I’m serious. This isn’t going to come off for a long time.”

Isaac lifted his shirt and wiped his face, drawing my gaze to his tight abs.

“Well, maybe you’ll just have to keep your tits covered until it comes off.”

“What if Matt sees it?”

Isaac glanced at his watch. “What if some girl I like sees your name on the inside of my guitar case?”

I narrowed my eyes. “Who?”

“Sunday Morning, you’re not the only girl who looks at me that way.” He smirked, strutting past me to the door.

Again, I followed him as he headed to the horse barn. “I only look at you with pity because you’re so obnoxious, and everyone knows it.”

“You look at me like Matty’s not getting the job done.”

“What’s that supp—” I caught it too late, but Isaac couldn’t let anything slide.

“And just like that, you proved my point all by yourself.” He filled a bucket with feed for his horse and carried it to the stall.

I watched him, letting my response die because I didn’t want to talk about Matt or my boob, for that matter. I wanted to know why their father was cheating on their mother. It angered me and broke my heart at the same time.

“I’m sorry I wrote my name on your guitar case.” In case God was still disappointed over the loss of my virginity, I thought showing Isaac kindness might get me back into His good graces.

He grunted while grabbing a broom to sweep the stall. I couldn’t decipher the meaning behind his grunt.

“Are you going to apologize to me for writing on my boob?”

“No.”

Maybe I wasn’t supposed to apologize with any expectations—unconditional love and all that kind of godly behavior. But I wasn’t God; I was human. And I expected something in return.

“Why?” I tried to act unaffected by his stubbornness.

“Because I’m not sorry.”

My mouth fell open in a silent gasp. “In that case, I take back my apology.” I pivoted and marched out the door and straight to my car. “Because I’m not sorry,” I said in a mocking tone with my nose wrinkled. “Jerk.”

“Matt’s on the phone!”Gabby yelled upstairs after I took a long bath.

Isaac’s name wasn’t leaving my skin anytime soon despite the nail polish remover I tried. It lightened it, but it didn’t completely remove it.

“Hey!” I said, sitting on the edge of my bed, wrapped in a fluffy pink terry cloth robe and my hair swaddled in a towel.

My summer wasn’t off to the best start, and I blamed all three of the Cory men.

“How’s work?”

I hugged a knee to my chest. “Fine. How do you like the campus?”

“I love it so much. We’re attending a game tomorrow. And I’m having dinner with the assistant coach. Sarah, this feels like a dream.”

“That’s awesome.”

“I miss you.”

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