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“If I had been honest with myself—” He starts tugging up little
clumps of grass. “I would have realized that the bet was just an
excuse. A reason for me to spend time with you. One I didn’t have
to explain to anyone.”
I continue with my stretches, working through all my leg muscles
and ignoring his little heartfelt speech. Ignoring the fact that
my deal with Stella served pretty much the same purpose—a reason
to go after Griffin without guilt over how Nicole felt about him.
“Even though I was a total jerk, you still gave me a chance.”
“Stupid me.”
“Second chances are a rare thing around here.” He inches closer
on the grass. “When I was seven my parents got on Hera’s bad side.
No one has seen them since.”
That makes me pause. That would have been about the same
time Nicole’s parents got banished.
He’d said his folks weren’t around—and I remember thinking
how vague he was. I hadn’t even considered they might be dead.
I’d just thought they left him with his aunt while they traveled the
world or something.
I never thought his parents being gone had anything to do with
Nicole’s.
My heart melts. Just a little.
“Here I was, carrying you in my arms because I had to, and you
were trying to get me to open up. You wanted to know me. Despite
how horrible I had been to you.” He leans in and whispers, “That’s
when the bet ended for me.”
Another few drops of ice melt away.
Not ready to get burned twice in one week, I tell myself not to
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