BEAU
My hand scrubs over my face once Delilah is out the door. I have never felt more useless in my life than I do right now, which makes me angry. I could kill my cousin for calling my mother. This wouldn’t be happening if Harvey hadn’t found out I was investing in Delilah’s company, which I still don’t know how he did. Harvey came the night of the party hoping to talk me out of it—his presence was just as much a surprise to me as it was for Delilah—but it was already too late. Knowing Harvey, I bet he told my mother so she would come and ruin my plans for winning Delilah back. I punch the nearest wall as I realize all my progress from the past week is turning to dust as Delilah’s scent fades away.
Making my way back to the kitchen, the anger continues to course through my body. My moth
