ou're not the judge and jury." Salvatore looked down at me. "Your brother nearly got you killed, and you're still defending him?" "He's my brot

ut had stayed in her room all night. "Will you stay for lunch?" "I'm sure he's busy, Mum-" "Lunch sounds good, Ce

h TV, but my heart sped up as he leaned closer and set the remote in my lap, whispering, "Smart gir

ted shorts and a crop top, but sweat still dripped down my back. Salvatore sat nearby, sleeves rolled up, reveali

g, and his dad never did anything about it." Dad glanced up. "That boy's wrecked

friend?" I hesitated. "Well... it's Tyler." Nonna sighed, "Weak men aren't your type, Milene." I ignored her

mon?" she asked, sounding bored. I tried both and suggested lemon. She pouted. "I was leaning toward Pink Champagne..." It we

st see him once?" she asked. The pool was across the driveway, and we both noticed a lawn care t

this long, even faking her class schedule. Bringing him here was a step too far

ly. It stung; she'd never spoken to me like that. "That was rude and unnecessary," I said. She sighed. "Sorry, Milene." Sh

felt so guilty. Whatever it was, it wasn't

ked the footage. "Talk to him in the living room where you can see if anyone driv

ur way. Adriana's face lit up. "Th

ce. I closed my eyes, wondering what life would be like without my sister ar

and saw a black car park beside Ryan's truck. My heart s

nding there in my white bikini, water dripping off me, my heart racing. His eyes traced each wat

old. I blinked, thrown off by his tone. "Some," I replie

a chill and quickly stepped in front of him. "Father isn't home,

ing his path. "You can't go inside without my dad here," I said. I wasn't even

d look. "Move, o

both that I was barely dressed. The air grew thicker. He stepped closer, his

oday." A shiver ran down my spine as he leaned close,