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“I’m not talking about the money, Lilac!” Opal yelled.
Lilac paused, shocked.
“I’m talking about you running yourself into an early grave. I . . . I’m terrified that something is going to happen to you, Lilac. You scared me. I don’t want to be without my best friend.”
Shit.
Lilac sniffled. “Nothing is going to happen to me.”
“Something already did,” Opal replied quietly.
Ouch. Okay, she got it. She wasn’t feeling the greatest and she’d done a dumb thing. Plus, she was struggling with anxiety and all of her worries. About not being able to take care of anyone.
But she found it so hard to look after herself. It felt selfish.
And what if something had happened to you?
“I’ll try to do better,” she whispered.
“You do that. I’m going to come see you.”
“No! No, don’t do that. I’m all right and I don’t want you bringing Kye along or leaving Ryleigh behind. Honestly, I’m fine. And Tanner is here.”
“That’s a good thing? Because yesterday you wanted nothing more to do with him.”
“A good thing? I’m not sure I’d say that. I . . . it’s all so fucking complicated. But I . . . I just . . . ”
“You need this,” Opal said. “It’s okay to be selfish sometimes, Lilac.”
“Is it?”
“Yes. Don’t be such a pessimist.”
“Um, Opal.” That was rich coming from her. She was born a pessimist.
“I know, I know. I can hear myself. And I admit that I didn’t think that this place was going to live up to its promise. But it’s growing on me. We could be happy here, Lilac.”
If they could get rid of her brother.
“Stefan isn’t going to win,” Opal said fiercely. “I won’t let that happen. We’re all going to live happily ever after. Hear me?”
She did.
Tanner stepped out of the bathroom.
Wearing just a towel.
Holy. Moly.
Her mouth went dry, her heart racing. She needed to calm down before she set off the monitor.
Sure, she’d seen him naked before, but the memory of what he looked like was nothing compared to the reality.
He hadn’t dried himself properly, so there were drips of water running down his chest.
Damn, she’d love nothing more than to lap up every one of those drips with her tongue.
Then she’d follow them down his abs to where that towel was very loosely secured. And she’d undo that knot so it fell to the floor so she could follow the drops of water over his cock . . .
