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Her red hair catches my attention. Macy is over by the trees down past the garage.

And she’s with Spencer.

She’s looking up at him, her hands on her hips.

Instinctually, I begin to move toward them, to rescue her.

But then he hands her something, and I stop.

CHAPTER 15

MACY

“What’s this?” I turn over the envelope in my hand. It’s plain white with my name written on the front in Spencer’s meticulous all-caps handwriting.

“It’s a letter. I had some things I wanted to say to you. To get off my chest. You can read it later.”

“I don’t want it.” I try to hand the letter back, but he makes no move to take it from me. “I’m here right now. Why can’t you just tell me what you want to say?”

Spencer pushes his glasses up his straight nose. “This way I was able to put my thoughts down in an organized and succinct way. It would take too long to discuss now, especially with Woodall around, all over you, like he’s marking his territory.” He makes that mucus-y, throat-clearing sound.

How was I ever in love with this man?

“It’s disgusting, Macy,” he continues with a sneer. “Even right now, he’s looking at us.”

I glance over to where Wood is standing with Noah. He is, indeed, looking at us. His stare is intent and he’s making no attempts to hide it.

The wild look on his face, his eyes on me—they make my heart race and my chest tighten. I like his eyes on me. My skin heats thinking about more than just his eyes on me.

“He’s watching because he likes looking out for me, making sure I’m okay. He takes care of me. And he’s not just looking at me, he sees me.” I push the envelope against Spencer’s chest. “You never did.”

Afternoon light streams into the sunroom’s windows, warming every surface and making them glow, from the white walls to the white, shiny marble floor, and even our matching white, fluffy robes.

Livvy stretches. “Massages were a good idea.”

“Yeah. Thanks, Bex.”

Bex shrugs. “No need to thank me. I’m just trying to avoid my mother.” She laughs.

Livvy groans. “She keeps sending me the most unhinged texts. Like…” She gets out her phone and scrolls for a second, sits up straight with a serious expression, clears her throat, then starts reading in a haughty voice.

“‘Olivia. The dress you were wearing tonight was a bit revealing. I certainly hope this isn’t indicative of your entire wardrobe. Mom.’” Livvy looks at us over the phone and exaggeratedly rolls her eyes. “And, yes, she addresses me by name and signs off on her texts as if it’s not already clear who the message is to and from. And she uses so many periods. It’s really psycho behavior.”

Livvy looks back to her phone and puts her lips into a hard line. “This one’s priceless. ‘Olivia. I saw you and your friend kissing after dinner. Please be a lady and keep that private. No one wants to see that. Also, I do hope that he will be wearing long sleeves for the wedding, though I doubt there is a collar high enough to cover those drawings on his neck. It really is a shame. Mom.’”

I can’t help but giggle. It’s probably the one and a half mimosas. “She’s that upset over kissing? Imagine if she’d seen you doing what Wood and I caught you doing last night.”

Livvy’s eyes narrow. “You shush!”

Bex leans in. “What were you doing?”

“Nothing!”

“Definitely not nothing,” I say.

“Spill it!”

Livvy’s face goes pink but then she starts laughing. “It was just a little blow job in the bathroom. No big deal.”

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