Page 2 of Home Town

“Yes, and it’s fine if a celebrity like Axel Black posts shit like this, but not Mom and Dad.” Josie had pulled out the one name she knew would wipe the smug look off Quinn’s face. That of Bailey’s shithead rocker ex-boyfriend.

Victorious, she noted how well her targeted torture had worked. Quinn narrowed his eyes at her, then pointedly turned his attention back to the television.

Motion on her screen caught her eye as another notification popped up.

Rusty the RV had a new post. Yes, her parents had created an Instagram account for the piece of crap 1990 Ford C-Class RV they’d bought last year to fix up because Dad needed a project after retiring.

They posted on it from the point of view of the vehicle, like Rusty was a person. And the worst part was, Rusty had nearly a hundred thousand followers.

Josie’s Instagram, which she used for her media company, had just broken twenty thousand. It was infuriating. Demoralizing. And just plain annoying.

Her parents’ honeymoon period was definitely not good for her mental health.

With another huff she was about to navigate away from the page and move on to tackling her inbox when she froze.

One comment on the post jumped out from among the rest.

More accurately, it was the name of the commenter that had caught her eye.

The rage just seeing that name instilled in her was enough to cancel out all the embarrassment over her father’s public social media announcement of their middle-aged coital RV romps.

“Freaking Corey Jacobs,” she growled the name to herself.

Of course, Quinn heard and commented, “There’s a name I haven’t heard in years. What about him?”

Her answer was a blue streak of obscenity-laden insults about Corey—Sidney High’s star hockey player. Hot guy and all-around bad boy. And, ten years later, still the bane of her existence. Her mortal enemy and her number one nemesis.

“Language,” Quinn said in an annoying imitation of their mother.

No wonder she wasn’t homesick since moving three thousand miles away. The way Quinn acted she might as well still be living at home with her parents.

She wondered what he’d do if he knew what Corey Jacobs was really like… and what Corey had done to her all those years ago.

“And what’s wrong with Corey?” Quinn continued, undeterred. “I never had any problems with him. Not at home or in school.”

“You wouldn’t.” She scowled.

Their neighbor was only dangerous to those of the female persuasion.

“Maybe you just didn’t know him as well as you thought you did,” she challenged.

Quinn shook his head. “He was a year behind me in school and we played hockey together for three years. You were only a sophomore when he graduated. I daresay I know him much better than you.”

Oh, how wrong he was.

Josie knew how Corey smelled. The feel of his weight on top of her. The taste of him…

What it felt like to have him walk away from her like she meant nothing…

No doubt, she definitely knew Corey better than her brother did. Only Quinn had no idea why.

Chapter Two

“What are you chuckling about over there, Jacobs?”

Corey shook his head and laid down his cell on the table in the galley of the aircraft carrier that had been his home-away-from-home for almost five months. “Nothing. Just my neighbor from where I grew up?—”

“In Bumfuck, New York,” Jones supplied for clarification.

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