Peyton would have understood this. She would have been right by my side, talking to your father.
Oh, now, that’s not the truth. My inner five-year-old reared her head. Jagger is a really good guy, and you could have ruined him. You would have ruined him if I hadn’t stepped in.You purposely sold out the members of your class! It flew out of my mouth too fast to stop.
A stricken look passed over his face. God, why did I say it? Was he right? Was I only upset now because it was Jagger? What did that even mean? Will, I’m—What he did was wrong, and he doesn’t belong here, Peyton!I sucked in air reflexively, and it rushed out just as quickly. He’d popped my heart like a balloon, and her name was the dart. Paisley, I whispered.
Paisley. I’m Paisley, not Peyton. I will never be Peyton. Pain walked in and sat on my chest. Heck, it never really left completely. Oh, no, that pain, and the missing her—it hovered right outside the doors to my heart, waiting to crush me with the first memory to surface, even two years later.Oh, Christ. He reached for me, but I dodged his hands. I’m so sorry, Lee. I was thinking about her, how she would have…understood.
I backed away until my shoulder blades touched the fireplace mantel. Oh, no. You don’t get to use Peyton like that. Not ever. His eyes flickered to my left, where her picture sat framed.
Peyton would have understood this. She would have been right by my side, talking to your father.Thanks, man. I jumped out of the dunk tank, sluicing the excess water off my hair with the towel he handed me. I have a couple hours off.
Why the hell would you sign up for two shifts of this?And that had what to do with Walker skipping out?
We got tasked. It’s for charity. The guy never gets to see his girl, and I don’t mind getting dunked for two hours. He’s done far worse for my sake.Masters nodded. The guy was harder to crack than a nuclear code. You might want to get your shirt on. The CG is wandering around here somewhere, and you know how he feels about ink. He started to motion to his arm and then his pecs, then gave up and generally gestured to his torso. You’re kind of…colorful.