hloe silhouetted against the lurid lights, the strange te

leave? Oh, honey, this story isn't

What

with a dash of 'obsessive rival wins the guy.'

er? My bloo

niently die or disappear so Liam and Chloe can have their twisted

, catching myself

gasps. This was insane.

al, explaining the inexplicable

o Texas wasn't just about escaping Liam's lies. I

viv

room above a noisy bar, my heart

ers clumsy, and booked the first bus

iam's name flash

ed, then

ommanding. "Get back to the t

ast residence, the one he

bout, Liam," I said, tryin

foreclosing on the trailer. We're broke. You

n at the race? After all the

t wanted me back

, L

e. "You think you can just walk away?

hun

went down my spine. H

a worn-out duffel bag

brush from the shared bathroom

It was

rewn everywhere. My few meager

Professor Bellweather lay

named Sal, stood in the doorway, his

half-packed duffel bag. "You ain't going any