Page 35 of Rebel Secrets
Her smile softened.“That’s not a bad thing, Rebel.”
“I know.Which is why I didn’t enlist.”
“What did you study?”
“Business, but I majored in hockey.”
“Ah.Did you get good grades?”
“Do you think my parents would accept anything less?”
Her lips quirked.“Of course not.”
For the first time in a long time, I wanted to talk about what had happened during my senior year.I hadn’t spoken about it since I’d unloaded on Brian last year.Not a lot of people knew that I’d nearly ruined my life because I’d been too afraid to ask for the help I desperately needed.
And it made no sense that I wanted to tell her.So, I didn’t say anything.
We spent the next few minutes focusing on eating, our meals following the salads minutes later.We managed to keep up small talk through dinner, but afterward, I caught her looking at her watch.And I found myself not wanting to leave.
When Luna brought the bill, Erin wanted to pay half of it, but the look I gave her must have convinced her not to try.We left shortly after that, and I walked with her the couple of blocks to the newspaper building, where her apartment was on the third floor.
“So,” she said, “do you think we’ll be able to spend the night together?”
My lips quirked in a smile, her eyes widening as she realized what she’d said.
“Oh, my god, I didn’t mean—I mean, that’s not?—”
My laughter echoed around us, cutting off her words.“I know what you meant, Erin.And yeah, I think we’ll be okay for the wedding.”
Her lips curved and, again, that heat curled in my gut.Must be indigestion.
“Me, too.”
Several seconds passed before she blinked and took a step back toward the building.
“Thanks for dinner, Rebel.”
“Night, Erin.”
I waited until she opened the door and disappeared inside the building before I headed for my car.
ChapterTen
Erin
“Wow.”Rain stood in front of the dress my mom had bought for me.“That is absolutely stunning.”
I sighed, laying across my bed.I’d driven home from New York yesterday with that dress in a bag in the back seat of my car, loving it and hating it at the same time.I’d known it was the one the second I saw it.The problem was, so had my mom.We’d instantly agreed.
“It is.I love Chanel.”
Rain looked over her shoulder at me, brows raised.“But…”
Shrugging, I rolled over to look at the ceiling.
“But my mom chose it.”
“Ah.”
