Chapter Nine
“What is the deal with this Ben fucker?” I glance over to Skylar in the driver’s seat of her mom’s minivan.
Please explain why people who don’t have small children have minivans? Sure, it’s stocked with two car seats, no double Molly and Caiden’s, but an SUV or a sedan would do Skylar’s parents just fine. Even if I did have kids, I sure as s**t wouldn’t own a loser cruiser.
She shrugs, biting down on her bottom lip.
“Come on, Sky, you know you can tell me.”
Her hands are at ten and two, her eyes fixated on the road ahead like we’re driving through a blizzard.
“Nothing.”
I turn in my seat. “It’s not nothing. Come on. You lose all that feistiness I love so much when he’s around. So, the guy broke your heart…it was a million years ago.”
“He slept with my best friend.”
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