LOVE.
There was that ridiculous word again. She chided herself as she prepared some tea after dressing in shorts and a T-shirt. She wasn't some naive young girl. She was a woman who’d had her share of hardships in life. A woman who had been around the block more than once—emotionally, if not physically. Yet here she was, thinking about a cozy family life and Trevor coming home to her every night, even when she continued to tell herself it was an asinine thought.
Between her parents, her brother, Trevor, and herself, she thought she’d blossomed into a realistic, easygoing and rational person.
She was also having s*x with her very best friend and getting crazy over the whole thing!
Maybe this was a bad idea. She felt tears surfacing again. It was rare that she cried, yet since accepting
