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The Milton family may be crazy, but they’ve always been there for me. They even let me live with them in high school after my mom died and my dad took off.
Beating up a kid who was picking on Weston in second grade was the best decision I ever made. Weston joined me during my month of detention, and we’ve been best friends since. He isn’t just my best friend. He’s my brother in all but blood.
Which is why I am never going to touch Sophia. Her older brother would kill me. And I’d let him.
“Incoming,” Weston mutters.
I glance over my shoulder and watch as two women approach us. Their smiles are predatory, their boobs are fake, and I want nothing to do with them.
“The blonde is mine.”
Good. Because I can’t touch blonde women. Not when every blonde reminds me of Sophia.
“Who says the blonde wants you? Maybe they both want me.” My words are all bluff. Since I don’t want either one of these women.
He stands. “I guess we’ll find out.” He grins at the women. “Hello, ladies. How may we be of service to you today?”
The blonde rakes her gaze over him. “I can think of a way or two for you to be of service.”
Weston wraps an arm around her shoulders. “Let’s discuss further.”
They wander away, and I face the brunette. I lift my bottle. “Want a drink?”
Her nose wrinkles. “Not a beer. Beer’s gross.”
I open my mouth to ask her old she is – adults shouldn’t use the word gross – but I shut it again when I realize it doesn’t matter. I don’t need to know how old she is. We’re not going to end up tangled between the sheets anyway.
“What can I get you instead?” I motion to the bartender.
She draws a finger down my arm, and I have to lock my muscles before I shiver in disgust. I don’t want anyone touching me but Sophia.
But I can’t have the woman of my dreams. I would never repay the kindness Weston and his parents showed me by disrespecting them. They took me in when no one else would.When everyone else on the island said I was a problem child and should go to juvie.
I push thoughts of Sophia out of my mind. It should be easy enough. I’ve been doing it for more than a decade now.
Chapter 5
If I was going to snap out of it, I would have by now.
Sophia
“Idon’t understand why you’re not moving back home to stay with us,” Mom says as she sets one of my suitcases down in Weston’s living room.
“I am not moving back home,” I say for probably the millionth time since I discovered the bathroom in my new apartment building needs to be completely gutted.
“Why not?” She pouts. “Do you not love us?”
I roll my eyes. “Don’t bother with your guilt trip. You know why I’m not moving home.”
“No, I do not.”
“Okay, I’ll play. How about you turned my bedroom into a crafting room?”
“Which she never uses,” Dad mumbles.
Mom slaps his stomach. “You can use your brother’s room.”
My head rears back. “Have you fumigated his room since the last time I was home?”
