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made him want to crawl back to her and beg her to never leave him again.
    MJ took a deep breath and blew it out hard. He had to take a cold shower and forget this ever happened.
    Like that was possible.
    Shit, the whimpers and sighs she made and the lookon her face. “Ugh.” He scrubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands and focused on not getting hard.
    There was no running away from this. No matter where he went, his memory would remind him of her just like it had for the past year. Her voice would come to him in a crowd and he’d look around expecting to see her, but she was never there. The wound she left never healed. He’d been bleeding for her since the day she took off.
    “Everything okay, young man?” MJ spun around to face Mr. Simcoe, Maddie’s dad. Just the person he needed to be standing in front of right now.
    “Fine. Thanks.” He mustered a smile and tried not to look guilty for the images of Maddie running rampant through his brain.
    Mr. Simcoe folded his arms and smiled back. “Maddie was glad to see you again. It’s been a while since the two of you spent time together.”
    “Yeah. It’s good to see her again.” And to kiss her and press her up against a wall.
    He placed a hand on MJ’s shoulder. “You mean a lot to her. I don’t know what went on between the two of you, but whatever it was I hope you can get past it.”
    MJ clenched his jaw holding back a slur of words that would, no doubt, make Maddie’s dad punch him in the mouth. He wanted to shout, tell him how Maddie promised the world—the fucking
world
—and bolted from him for no reason.
    There hadn’t been a fight or an argument, only plans and dreams. So many fucking dreams. He hated her for that. Why didn’t she tell him it was all lies? Why lie to him in the first place? He wasn’t some kid to be screwed with.
    God, Maddie was the last person who would’ve screwed with his head.
    Then why? Why did she?
    “I’ve got to go,” MJ muttered and brushed past Maddie’s dad.

    MJ sat in the corner of the shower and let the hot water beat down on his skin washing her away. He could stay there forever in the steam and silence and never see her again.
    He had to get away from this fucking house, and everyone in it.
    Start over somewhere new.
    But, where the hell did he have to go?
    He lifted his face into the water. He knew where. He’d go with Rachael. She’d already mentioned it to him. He could take her up on her offer to go to Turtle Tear and be gone from this place.
    He’d also get to meet his cousins he was never allowed to know because they’re little kids and little kids can’t keep their mouths shut. One of them would’ve outted MJ to Merrick, and Enzo couldn’t have that.
    He stood and turned the water off, dripped onto thebathroom floor and padded out into his bedroom in search of a towel. Out his window, he caught the back of Mr. Simcoe’s golf cart heading toward the lake. Maddie’s hair blew out behind her as she drove away.
    Why was she spending so much time out there? It killed him to spend time at the lake where they spent their summers when they were young, where they made love for the first time in the dark with lightning bugs blinking around them in the tall grass. Where she told him she wanted to be more and kissed him for the first time.
    MJ loved being home on break and he hated it. Hated being where his grandfather didn’t want him, but loved being with Maddie. Now high school was over and he’d start college in the fall. No more being hidden away at boarding school. He could do what he wanted, when he wanted and nobody could stop him. He hoped that included spending a lot more time with Maddie.
    She looked incredible tonight, like always. Her skin was tan, her shorts were very short, and her dark hair hung loose and wild around her bare shoulders. Those shoulders in a tank top did something to him. He wanted to touch them. Taste and nibble them with his teeth.
    “Don’t you think?” she

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