Maileah stared at the wedding invitation and pressed the phone to her ear, a mix of disbelief and anger swirling within her. “Hawk will be at the wedding?”
Her ex-boyfriend’s name left a sour taste in her mouth. She flopped back onto her bed, wondering why she’d even bothered to answer her father’s phone call. He might be her father, but she was the one still panting after him like a puppy looking for an approving pat on the head.
“Of course, he’s invited,” her father responded, his voice displaying a level of nonchalance that further inflamed her. “Hawk has been a good friend to Olga. We all had such fun dancing. You were having a good time, too.”
Maileah tried to block those memories. Olga—the woman who stole her father away from her mother. She also had the dubious distinction of hav
