Chapter Four
“Skylar?” Ben approaches and she swallows hard, plastering a smile on her pale face.
“Ben.” She bites out his name, but there’s still a tinge of affection in her tone that annoys me.
If I saw Summer, I’d stroll right by her without a word. Sky’s different though. She might be balls to the wall protective of her friends, but when it comes to her own self, she’s not as outspoken.
He places his basket down and my stomach lurches knowing exactly where his arms intend on going—around her. He holds her to him for longer than necessary—at least in my opinion when you’re the prick who screwed over the woman in front of you.
Sky looks at me with widened eyes when she pulls away.
Guess we should have ditched the cart. My bad.
“You look great. Did you just get back? We watched you
