Book #2 (Bound To You series) [New Adult}
A story in which Trent Reynolds finally finds sanctuary in the girl that's always been his everything.
"I wasn't perfect by any standards. I was rude. A brooding bastard. Sometimes impulsive. B...
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:: Chapter (24) :: Where she thinks all good things must come to an end
I've got butterflies in my stomach.
Today's the day that I tell my most kept secret - my engagement to Pierre - to Tara.
I owe it to her.
More importantly, I don't think I can keep up lying much longer, especially after what Jared told me. I need to talk to Tara, and I need her advice.
When I called her earlier to tell her that I was interviewing Trent for my Sports and Nutrition class - He'd finally agreed to help me with my report - and that I needed her with me, she got suspicious.
"I can't be alone with him," I said.
The other side of the line went quiet. "Why?"
"It's, ah, getting complicated." The sparkle on my left hand winked back at me. "Trust me on this."
"You're being fvcking weird, you know that? I thought you and Trent were good now."
I took a deep, deep, breath. "Tara, why don't you come over to my place? We'll go to Le Petit Moulin and...Well, I need to explain something to you."
"Okaaaay. You're scaring me. Everything good?"
I didn't say anything. Because I was scared. Of Tara finding out, of course.
I was dreading her reaction...
From the inside of my door room, I hear Tara's honk.
My stomach sinks.
I know this is inevitable.
Knowing Jared, he can only keep his mouth shut so long.
Grabbing my keys and wallet on the way out, I make sure to throw my hoodie on, one where I can stuff my fists and potentially hide my left ring finger until we get to the café.
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I give her enough time to order an iced raspberry tea and a grilled cheese sandwich. I can't stomach too much, so I settle for a chocolate muffin. I contemplate waiting until our food arrives; If Tara doesn't have lunch, she turns into a monster.
