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because they’re freaking in love and married. It will probably
just be a blip on most people’s radar. Like I said, the PR
people—”
“Okay,” Emily ground out. “A few days. If things get worse
after three days, then I have to fix things in my own way.”
“By getting an annulment and telling your parents they were
right and choosing a career that will make you unhappy.”
Emily’s hands tightened on the wheel. Dani wasn’t sure
why she suddenly cared. Why this should mean anything to
her. She should be eager to kick Emily out the door. It was
more than just her innate sense of justice. It was more than
being offended by what Emily’s father said. It was just
something more. Dani didn’t want to put it into words, to
define it, because that would make it real, and she’d never
wanted even the tiniest grains of that in her life.
“You know what we could use?” Dani said to liven the tense
atmosphere. “Mac and cheese. We’re almost home. I’ll make
some.”
Dani watched the tension drain out of Emily. Her lips turned
up at the corners. That tightness in Dani’s chest tightened
further. Her breath caught just a little, and she forced herself to
expel it. Who was this new Dani? The one who let her guard
down? The one who kissed on the beach and watched sunsets
and talked about her painful past? That wasn’t her at all.
It was absolutely terrifying, what she’d done back there.
Half of her wanted to hate it, but the other half – the half of
her that she didn’t know was there, locked away – was so very
hopeful that it made her want to cry. And crying wasn’t
something she did either, just like smiling, or sunsets on the
beach, or talking, or kissing.
