Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

No.
No, that wouldn’t happen, either.
She’d still need to know the truth. About who I was and
what I did to her these past few years. I didn’t want her to ever
know.
I was fucked. It had to end.
I just had to find a diversion. A nice, healthy, blonde
diversion who looked a little like Winter Ashby and smelled
just as good.
Rika sensed me staring and turned her eyes over her
shoulder, meeting mine.
I stared back at her.
She had blue eyes. Just like Winter.
But unlike Winter, I could hate Rika and remind myself
what women were for.
They were the same age, too. I wasn’t sure if they hung out
anymore, but maybe I could pretend the little Winter-lookalike
was actually Winter to drown out the real one in my head.
Rika tipped her chin up and turned back around, and I
laughed under my breath, taking another drag of my cigarette.
I always made her nervous, and I kind of liked it. As if
there were a bigger game at play that we’d eventually get to
someday, but neither of us knew what it was.
I saw Michael watching me in the rearview mirror, and I
did a shitty job of hiding my grin.
Hey, if he didn’t want anyone else noticing his little piece
of ass, he shouldn’t have brought her along in the first place. It
was one thing to have your fun. It was another to do it in front
of us.
Tonight was ours. She wasn’t important enough to be here.
He pulled up in front of the Ashby house, outside the walls
with two tall columns with lanterns on top and the gate closed.
Hopefully that meant the parents were out, and she was alone.