![]() “Aiden, this is our cousin Hanna,” Willow introduces. We both turn, and I see Nalia and Willow walking with a woman with dark-blonde hair, and May walking a few feet behind them, the only one of the group not wearing a bikini but instead a red one-piece that shows off her curves. “Are you guys ready?” a woman calls out, ending the stare-down between Troy and me. Normally, I would shrug that shit off and let him take his shot. “She’s a nice girl.” His eyes lock with mine, and for the first time since meeting him, I want to punch him in the face. ![]() “Christ,” he mutters, looking toward the beach house. “A few days ago, I was pulling into one of the housing developments my dad just started building on, and she was there, dragging a kid out of a pond that had iced over.” “You know May?” Troy asks, and my hand tightens around my beer at the familiar way he says her name. ![]() “I know the brunette,” I mutter while turning toward him. “You good?” Carlo asks, nudging my shoulder, and I pull my attention off the house as the three women disappear inside. ![]()
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