My hands are too full to put on my hips. “Dude, my father taught me how to shoot.” I don’t remember our dad ever taking Lucy or I to a shooting range. I hadn’t thought I remembered anything about my biological parents, but maybe I do.
catch up
Olivia
Cliff’s lips press to mine, an exchange of warmth. He smiles against my lips. I can’t help but smile back. I step away, though, the late night tugging me toward bed. I really do have an early morning ahead of me, but it helps to play hard to get. If I’m going to do this—really do this—I’m going to do it right.
As right as I can, anyway.
Sliding him one last smile, I unlock my door and step inside. Cliff drives away as I close the door behind me. I lock it and lean against it, still smiling. If someone ever figures out how to bottle this feeling, they’re going to be rich.
The apartment is mostly dark, lit only by a lamp in the living room area. Esther is either still at work, or out with her new boyfriend Donny. He picked her up earlier, since she still has no tires. He’s nice—I get why she likes him. Tall with deep bronzed skin, he has a kind smile, but there’s a bad boy edge to him. Something in those eyes. The guy could be a model.
I hum to myself as I make my way through the apartment. Esther and me, the two most unlikely people to ever fall in love. I stop in my tracks, shaking my head.
No, no. Not love.
“Damn it, Olivia,” I mutter.
I correct myself as I push open my bedroom door. We’re the two most unlikely women to ever settle down into actual relationships.
There.
The smile slides from my face as I flick on the switch.
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