Mia sits on the ground, clapping her hands together as I walk one direction, stop, turn, and then head in the other direction. I’ve paced the room so long my hip joints are starting to ache, but I can’t convince myself to sit still.
Beau said whatever is happening to Neil at the hands of his father is all my fault. At first, I scoffed at such a thought. Neil has made clear dozens of times that he carries no special attachment to me. He’s hot for me, sure, fine. I’m hot for him too. But it’s not like it’s love.
I’m fairly certain they Hayes brothers are incapable of anything even remotely resembling love. And if they ever do allow themselves to feel something so novel, they certainly wouldn’t feel it for me.
To them, I’m so far beneath them, I’m subterranean.
Yet. Even so. The fact rema
