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But Brad doesn’t use girls. He only slept with girls he liked. So Andrea had nothing to worry about. Brad would be going back to bed with her tonight and I wouldn’t be getting in the way of that.

I unclipped his arms from around me and stepped out of his grasp and around him.

“Andrea, I’ve got to fucking go! Stop yelling at me! I’ll be up in a minute!”

I turned my back to him.

Rookie mistake, Hannah. Rookie mistake. I shouldn’t have told him the truth. I should have stuck with the story that I was sorry I kissed him.

“Hannah!”

He must have hung up.

“Hannah, wait!” He grabbed my arm, pulling me to a stop. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” What was he sorry for? He had nothing to be sorry for. “You should go to bed, Brad. Someone is waiting.”

“Don’t do that,” he snapped. “Don’t cut me off with that cold exterior!”

How did he know I was even doing that? Well, he would have to get used to my cold exterior because it was the only front I was showing the world from now on.

“Night, Brad.” I pulled my arm from his grasp. “And you should wipe the cameras before Dad sees the footage. You’re already regretting it. No point it costing you your life.”

I knew we had cameras pointed at us. So did he. But that hadn’t stopped him.

I started to back away from him. He looked torn. I guess I was underage but I was also Reaper’s daughter. He respected Dad way too much to ever really break his trust. But Brad would look at kissing me as breaking Dad’s trust. I guessed I should ease his guilt again.

“That was all me by the way. So don’t feel guilty.” I smiled at him. “I’ll, um, see you when I see you. Maybe it’s for the best from now on that it isn’t by ourselves.”

I couldn’t see that torn expression on his face again. He hated himself for kissing me and that really got under my skin. I didn’t want him to feel guilty. I didn’t want him to hate himself. I wanted him to still be able to look Dad in the eye.

I turned and walked off, leaving him standing there with that expression on his face. I didn’t understand it. It looked like he wanted to kiss me but at the same time knew he shouldn’t be wanting that and hating himself for it.

Here I was thinking I would like my life to be simple with just boy problems. Well, Brad wasn’t a boy, he was a man. A man I would never get.

***

Dad and I didn’t do heated conversations. He didn’t yell at me like he did Eve. Maybe cause I wasn’t making it my mission to test his limits. He wouldn’t bark orders at me like he did Tyson. Instead, we had a very healthy relationship. If we did anything well together it was silence.

So, right now, as we sat alone in the clubhouse at one of the tables, since we were the only ones up, it wasn’t awkward. If anything it was peaceful. And I needed peace more than I did anything else. Especially with what I was facing tomorrow.

I just needed some peace and quiet.

Dad was smoking and glaring at his laptop, which usually meant he was doing the books. He hated math.

I was busy on my phone Googling breast cancer survivor stories. I needed some hope. And I was getting it from strangers’ stories. The one I was reading at the moment was about a girl my age.

“Well, if it isn’t Nice and Dad.” Tyson walked in, way too happy for a Sunday. Why wasn’t he hungover? I glanced at him but then my eyes were back on my phone.

It would seem our quiet morning was getting hijacked, because in walked Brad with Cameron as well.

So much for the peace I wanted.

“You fix the cameras?” Dad said, his eyes glancing off the laptop he had been glaring at for the past hour and fixing onto Brad.

“Yeah, they’re fine.” Brad answered and he didn’t even look at me. Not a surprise. I bet he was regretting last night. Pity really. Because I wasn’t going to live long enough to have regrets. So kissing him didn’t make my list.

“Must have been a power outage or something,” Cameron said and sat down across from me.

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