And of course nobody’d tell Colby no about a late-night swim. Jason folded arms. Gazed at his co-star, who was scowling merrily at the lock and doing something naughty with a safety-pin. Colby Kent was everybody’s friend. The concierge likely had done cartwheels at the chance to do him a favor. The universe, like always, would’ve realigned itself around Colby’s smile.
That must make everything so easy, Jason thought, watching him. Emotions turned up and sat in his own stomach like lurking stones. Wistfulness, envy, amazement at what it’d be like to have such a charmed life. That career. That family wealth and name. That charisma. The way everybody fell head over heels and wanted to be nice right back, faced with all the unstoppable niceness.
Except not everything had been easy. Or nice.
