Chapter Thirteen
Harlow
Three days later, I was still wondering if Max even had my phone number.
I finally decided to fess up and tell Ivy about Max. She’d just called to check in and told me she thought I was lying when I left early. I had been lying. I felt bad about it, so I told her the plain truth.
“Ivy, I can’t deal with Max.”
“What do you mean? Max is a really nice guy.”
I bit my lip and took a deep breath as I leaned back into the cushions on my couch. I rented a small house on a pretty little lot not too far outside of downtown Willow Brook. Susannah offered it to me when she moved in with her now-husband, Ward. It was a cute A-frame cabin with decks on both floors. The downstairs living room area was bright and light-filled, with windows stretching from floor to ceiling in
