Chapter 39

“I love you, Bondi,” he said, accepting the drink. I panicked for a second. “Not in that way, bitch.” We laughed, and he took a long swig.

I loved him, too, and not in that way. Now, months later, it was hard to imagine having been attracted to him like that. I still found Scott cute as a button, but little-brother cute. He watched me, grinning like he clearly knew what I was thinking.

Then his grin slipped off his face when he gazed over my shoulder and went as white as a ghost. I jerked around, expecting…well, I wasn’t quite sure; maybe Dale, or the police, or something.

Instead, there stood Jeremy.

Can of beer in hand, confounded look on his freckled face. My heart stopped.

“Jer—” Nothing else could come out; my breath had caught in my throat.

He took a tentative step closer. “Th-Theodore, I—”

The scrape of Scott’s chair made both of us jerk. “I’m gonna go find Min,” my ex said, snatching back his bottle of vodka cooler.

“Scott, you said you’d—”