Page 51 of Wilder Love
What a shitty friend I’d been.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“I’m fine. No major drama. I’m home for the summer and I’ve promised to be a good girl.” She held up her crossed fingers and rolled her eyes. “I got into USC.”
“Congratulations.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” She shoulder-bumped me. “I missed you.”
“Missed you too.” And as I said it I realized just how much I really had missed her.
“You suck at keeping in touch.”
“I know. My mom left. She just disappeared one day. Left a note. That was it. We never saw her again.”
“Babes. That sucks. God, I had no idea. Parents suck sometimes.”
I laughed. We were quiet for a few minutes.
“And Shane?”
“Shane…” Shane. I took a deep breath and exhaled. I was going to tell her the whole story. It wouldn’t fix my broken heart or change anything but sometimes confiding in a person made things a little bit better.
“Hey.” She squeezed my hand. “You can tell me anything. No judgment, remember?”
I wanted to tell her. I wanted to confide in her. Maybe it was selfish. But I needed someone I could tell. And the only person I trusted with this information was Sienna. “You have to promise me that this will never go further. You can’t tell anyone. Especially not Dylan.”
“Why not?”
“Because… I don’t know what he would do. I want him to go to college, not end up in prison. Shane can never find out. He can never know what I did.” I held her gaze until she nodded, acknowledging that my secrets were safe with her.
“Whatever you tell me goes into the vault. Promise.” She crossed her heart and that was good enough for me. Sienna would never spill my secrets.
I took a deep breath and I started talking, feeling some of the weight lifting from my shoulders. Telling Sienna couldn’t change anything but keeping it to myself had been hell.
21
Shane
Earlier that day…
The sun was just rising and the last person I expected to see at this hour was leaning against my Jeep. I couldn’t tell if he was just getting home from a night out or if he’d dragged himself out of bed and resented it. Either way, his usual scowl was firmly in place. He pushed off from my Jeep and crossed his arms over his chest, widening his stance like we were about to go a few rounds.
“Remy’s leaving. She’s moving to LA tomorrow. But you know what I think? LA is just temporary. She’s looking to get as far away as possible. And I don’t think she’s coming back.”
I slung my board into the back and slammed the door shut. He was blocking the driver’s side with his body. “What do you want from me?”
“Do you love her?”
I laughed harshly. “That was never a question. She knew I loved her.Shebroke up withme.” And fuck, it hurt. My chest tightened, and I rubbed it as if that would ease the ache.
“I didn’t see you working to get her back. I didn’t see you doing jack shit. Where the fuck have you been?”
Unbelievable. He was giving me shit. The guy had been mute for two years, barely acknowledging me and now he was laying into me like I’d done something to hurt Remy. When in fact she’d ripped out my heart, stomped all over it, and walked out the fucking door.
“Your sister has moved on. Why don’t you talk to her about this?”
Dylan was still blocking my door. I folded my arms and glared at him.
