Page 13 of The Book Club Boyfriend
I groan. “Not this again.” I should never have texted my twin sister about that.
Evie smirks. “So, I Googled her, and she’s really pretty too.”
I sigh, ignoring that remark, and lean back in my chair. “She’s a bestselling author, yeah. But she’s also the most infuriating human being I’ve ever met. Hates my guts forno reason.”
Dad arches a brow. “No reason at all?”
“None.”
Owen chuckles. “I bet she has a reason.”
I scowl. “Well,Idon’t know what it is.”
Mom hums, flipping the burgers on the grill. “Are you sure she actually hates you?”
“Uh, yeah. The woman practically set me on fire with a look, and we’ve spoken all of twice.”
Evie snickers. “She wouldn’t be the first.”
I ignore her. “She’s justangry. It’s exhausting.”
Mom turns, wiping her hands on a dish towel. “People who walk around with that much anger usually aren’t really mad atyou, honey. They’re mad at something else. You just happen to be in the line of fire.”
That makes me pause.
Because, yeah, Scarlettisangry. And I’ve done nothing. I’ve met plenty of people who don’t likeme, but this is different.
She has a wall up so thick it’s practically made of reinforced steel.
For some reason, I can’t help wanting to break through.
Owen smirks. “Sounds like you like her.”
“Absolutely not,” I say quickly.
Evie grins. “I don’t know, Chase. You seem pretty interested.”
I groan, dragging a hand down my face. “You all suck.”
Mom pats my shoulder, smiling in that way only moms can. “Just be nice, sweetheart.”
“Don’t tell me you’residingwith her.”
Mom winks. “I’m just saying… sometimes the people who frustrate us the most are the ones we end up learning the most from.”
I shake my head, but something about that settles deep in my chest. I sip my IPA and wonder if Mom’s right. If Scarlett’s not actually mad atme, what’s she so angry about?
Chapter Five
My (Un)Happy Place
Scarlett
I stroll through the quaint town, past a coffee shop and a small café, my phone pressed to my ear, window shopping as I listen to Harper’s voice on the other end of the line.
“Well... how’s Michigan?” she asks.
“Fine so far. The house is great. There’s a hockey player living next door.”
