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I wonder if he’s thinking of his parents. I never saw them fight, but it also doesn’t sound like they’ve been happy for a longtime.

“What you’re describing doesn’t even sound like something worth having,” I counter. “I’d rather be alone than just have some like-minded companion around all thetime.”

He looks at me, and for just a moment it’s as if a part of him has really listened. And maybe hopes I’mright.

I rise reluctantly. “I should go check on Ginny.” I take one step before my toe catches on something, and I fly forward. He tries to brace my fall, but he can’t before I’ve practically landed on top ofhim.

Oh my God. I’m literally smothering him with my cleavage. Not embarrassing atall.

He flinches, draws in a quick breath as if he’s been injured and is trying not to showit.

“Sorry,” I gasp, struggling to get up, to ignore his tight clasp on my hips and his breath on my skin. The smell of him—pine and sea air. My hands are on his shoulders as I push off. His perfect, broad, taut shoulders. Even under extremely humiliating circumstances, I can’t stop mentally molesting him. “Did I hurtyou?”

“No,” he says, but the word is tight andcontrolled.

“My foot caught on something…” Iexplain.

“Nails,” he says hoarsely as Istand.

“Huh?”

I’m the one who fell, but he’s the one who sounds breathless, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded. He clears his throat. “There are nails popping up on the deck. That’s what tripped you. I’ll fixthem.”

He jumps to his feet. “I’m going running,” hesays.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. But he’s already halfway down thestairs.

Chapter 14

JAMES

What the fuckis wrong with me?Aside from actuallyassaultingher, it would have been impossible for me to handle that worse than Idid.

I got too comfortable, let my guard down. We were having a good conversation, the kind I might have with a friend, and yeah, that led to the dangerous thoughts that always come up around her...I wish she was older, I wish things were different. She was playing with this chain around her neck, the charm falling again and again to that warm cleft between her breasts. And every time it fell, I pictured the same thing—my nose buried there, the smell of her soap heightened by the damp heat of herskin.

But I was good. I was responsible. I shut each of those thoughts down, again and again, hopeful that things could just benormalwith her if I did itenough.

And then out of nowhere she was in my lap, and I was hard enough to break nails, my mind so consumed with all the ways I could take advantage of the situation that I could barely formwords.

I go for a long run, but I don’t come back feeling calm, or resolved, the way I have before. I feel fucked, because if I stay here I’m going to mess up. At this point it’s almost inevitable. There’s a reason recovering alcoholics avoid bars and gambling addicts avoid Vegas. Same reason I need to be somewhere Elle isnot.

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The next morning my mother calls, cutting into my thoughts of Elle with...more thoughts ofElle.

“She needs to go home,” my mother announces. “I tried asking nicely, and now I’m tellingyou.”

It’s perfect, isn’t it? I wanted her to go, and now my parents are going to demand it. And yet I know there’s not a chance I’d be able to do it, or allow Ginny to do iteither.

“On what basis? Ginny invited her for thesummer.”

“On the basis that I don’t want anything to do with that family. It’s my home. I don’t have to give any more reason thanthat.”

“She’s 19, Mom. And she has nowhere else to stay. Besides, she’s nothing like herparents.”

“That’s not my problem. I will not lift a finger to help any member of that family. Besides, I’m sure she can find someplace else to stay.Theyalways land on theirfeet.”

“You’re being unfair. She’s nothing like herparents.”

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