Remy
“Why are you looking like something the cat dragged in?" Harper asks me, eyeing me up and down when I meet her in the morning for our daily breakfast.
“Out late with Tate," I admit, a huge smile on my face. I didn't have time to shave, barely had time to shower, but it was totally worth it.
“What?" she squeals as she brings our normal sausage biscuits and OJ out to the table.
“Yeah, took her out to the house last night."
Her eyes bug. “Rem, you've never taken anyone out there before, like we hardly go out there."
“I took a chance." I shrug, hoping to force a nonchalance I don't really feel.
“How did that chance go?"
On the way over here I wondered what I wanted to tell her. Most of my life I've shared everything with both Harper and Cash because I trust them in ways I've never
