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“If you won’t leave, I will.”
Sophia doesn’t wait for my response before rushing to the window and pushing it open. She throws the rope out before climbing out.
I hurry after her. “Sophia, wait! Don’t hurt yourself.”
I peer out of the window but she’s already gone.
What have I done? I’m an idiot. I’m going to lose both my best friend and the love of my life.
Chapter 33
For every girl with a broken heart, there’s a friend waiting with shots of moonshine.
Sophia
Irush from the brewery to my car. Flynn isn’t chasing after me. He’s not fighting for me. With him, I thought I had found my home. He obviously doesn’t feel the same way.
I need to get out of here before I break down and end up blubbering in my car. Someone’s bound to notice me and report back to Flynn. No way is he finding out how he devastated me.
I reach for my keys and realize I don’t have my keys, my purse, or my phone. “Stupid pirates!”
“I don’t know why you’re giving pirates a bad rap, but here’s your purse.” Chloe shoves my purse at me, and I scream.
“Holy shit. You scared the mermaid out of me.” I clutch my chest until my heart rate returns to normal. “What are you doing in here?”
“I think you mean what arewedoing in here.”
At her words, I twist to look in the backseat. Chloe, Nova, and Maya wave at me.
“Where’s Paisley?”
“I’m here.”
I glance down and notice she’s lying on the floor.
“What are you doing down there?”
“Apparently, I’m being punished for not agreeing to this Flynn scheme.”
“It wasn’t a scheme,” Nova claims.
“It wasn’t?”
“No,” Maya insists. “It was supposed to be romantic.”
“Sorry to burst your bubble but there was nothing romantic about my conversation with the man who shall forthwith be referred to as Asshole Number 1.”
“Who’s Asshole Number 2?” Paisley asks, and Chloe tugs on her hair. “What? It’s a legitimate question. You don’t start numbering assholes unless there’s more than one.”
“She has a point,” Maya says.
“Asshole Number 2 is Weston, aka the big brother who continues to try and rule my life. I’m thirty not thirteen. I don’t need my big brother to storm in and save me from bullies.”
“You never needed him to save you from bullies. You had us at your back.” Chloe flexes her bicep.
“As much as I’m enjoying this enlightening conversation, can I get up now?” Paisley asks.
“Shotgun!” Chloe shouts before climbing over the seat to the front.
