Page 155 of Forgotten Rules (Rules 4)

“Well?” I urge.

“I asked Zoey.”

I back away an inch. “You did what?”

“What else was I supposed to do? I texted you, showed up at your house, at the pep rally. I couldn’t find you anywhere.”

“Do you think… she could tell Kendrick about us?”

Every time I pass my backstabbing ex-best friend in the halls, I wonder what’s stopping her.

“Eh. Don’t sweat it. I overheard her talking. She’s still with her ex. Turns out they didn’t break up at her birthday party. She never saw him with another girl. She just said that to make herself look better for fucking Blake after he left.”

Holy shit.

I was so wounded by Zoey sleeping with Blake, it never once occurred to me that she’d been cheating on her own boyfriend this whole time, too. No surprise that she let Sean’s indiscretions slip through the cracks.

“I made sure to tell her to keep her mouth shut about us if she didn’t want her boyfriend finding out about Blake.”

“I see.” I scoff. “Good old blackmail.”

He smiles, moving forward to press a kiss on my temple.

“What happened?” I’m reminded of most important matters. “Why couldn’t you text me? And where the hell is everybody? I haven’t seen anyone all week.”

Will heaves a sigh, his eyes zapping to the large window by the front door. I follow his stare to see the curtain waving back into place as Morgan and Ethan duck for cover.

I bite back a grin.

Creeps.

“Not here.” His hand circles my hip. “Let me take you somewhere, all right?”

“Are you telling me you want to go on a date, Willy?” I tease, winding my arm around his neck.

He inches forward, his mouth perched near my ear as he rasps, “I’m telling you I missed you so fucking much if we don’t get out of here in the next five minutes, I’m going to really give your friends something to watch.”

I think I just fainted.

I swallow hard. “Oh, hm, okay, I… I’m just going to go inside the house and grab my stuff and…” Get a grip. “I’ll… I’ll be right back.”

He grins at my jumbled speech, smacking my ass when I turn to walk away. Rushing inside, I grab my phone off the couch, call Morgan and Ethan stalkers in passing, and head back out to find Will inside his started car.

I slide into the passenger seat. “So… when are you going to tell me who almost died for you not to text me back?”

I expect him to smile.

Laugh it off.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, he reverses out of Morgan’s drive, and says, “Soon.”

What the hell?

Kassidy

“Winter got what?” I screech with such volume my own ears ring at the sound. Will drove us up a hill, then killed the engine near an isolated hiking trail. The area is completely deserted—crazy considering the view from up here. I might actually enjoy this moment if it wasn’t for what my boyfriend just told me.