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“Dane, I wouldn’t feel right about being with you until I’ve talked to Evan. In fact, I’ve already done way too much. I don’t expect you to understand, but that’s what I have to do.”

He stands and moves to me in a sleek, predatory gait. “Okay, you talk to him, but promise me you won’t do anything with him, please. Promise me he won’t get these,” he runs his fingertips over my lips slowly, “or this,” he brushes his nose airily down my neck, along my throat, across my shoulder. “Promise me,” he hums.

“I promise,” my voice husky as my head falls back.

“That’s my good girl.”

My panties are soaked with his words, his proximity, and when he leans over and runs his tongue from my shoulder to ear, I think I’ll promise him anything he asks.

***

I worry the whole drive home about my impending talk with Evan. This is it, do or die time. I can’t do this to either of them or to myself a minute longer. If I wasn’t driving, I’d be making a list right now, organizing my thoughts, so I decide I need to call someone to go over everything. I don’t feel comfortable talking about it with Bennett. She dates Tate so she’d be biased to Dane and it’d put her in a very uncomfortable position. I decide to call Zach since he’s so levelheaded and has proven himself to be clutch.

“Hey, Laney, what’s up?”

“Driving home and driving myself crazy. I need some help sorting my thoughts and maybe some advice. You busy?”

“Nah, girl, never too busy for you. Whatcha got?”

I first make him promise that this conversation will stay between the two of us, which I already knew, but the confirmation makes me feel better. “Okay, so I’m on my way home to see Dad. Evan will be there this weekend. I need to tell him about Dane and I don’t know what to say. I know Evan and I agreed to cool off and be just friends, so technically I’m not doing anything wrong, right?”

“Technically you’re not, but a technicality is just that, Laney, an excuse to clear your conscience. It doesn’t seem to be working since you’re calling me. Something’s off or you wouldn’t be feeling guilty.”

“You’re right, I know you’re right. What will make it feel okay? Maybe it won’t ever feel okay. Maybe it’s not. Should I just forget about Dane? A-and—”

“Laney!” Zach interrupts my rambling. “Slow up, girl, and listen to me. You have to decide why you feel guilty about Evan. Is it because you love him or simply because you haven’t told him? And here’s the biggie Laney—if Evan went to Southern, which one would you choose?”

And there it is. The million dollar question. Which one do I choose?

“I don’t know and I don’t know if it’s because Dane is the one here or if it’s actually something more. I’m not real good at this whole boyfriend thing, obviously. How do I figure it out if they’re never in the same place?” I’m asking the guy currently volleying twins; I’m so screwed.

“I wish I could tell ya, sweetie, but I can’t. I know you’ve been honest with Dane, so do the same with Evan and see what happens. That’s all you can do, really, that or let them both go. Or you could always choose door #3 and pick me,” he laughs.

“Very funny, Zach. I’m thinking you’re juggling plenty on your plate right now.”

“I know, right? It’s fun as hell, too, lemme tell ya. That’s the thing though; we all know not one of us is emotionally invested, yet anyway. You, though, Laney, you couldn’t do just for fun if you tried. You’re already in deep with both of them and I’m pretty sure they’re both in love with you. Somebody’s gonna get hurt any way you go, Laney, so just make sure you’re absolutely positive before you crush one of them.”

“So you’re saying to string them both along until I decide? I can’t do that.”

“Hell no, I’m saying be honest with Evan. Dane already knows the score, Evan deserves that, too. They’re big boys; let them decide after that what they want to do. Maybe they’ll walk away and tell ya to fuck off or maybe they’ll fight for ya, but at least they’ll both be making the decision with their eyes open. It’s okay for you to be confused, Laney, that doesn’t make you a bad person. Just be honest, Laney. Don’t stray from that beautiful heart of yours okay?”

“Dane made me promise not to kiss Evan this weekend. How the hell am I supposed to pull that off?” I can’t help but laugh. I can’t believe me, of all people, is in this situation.

“I just told ya; be honest. How about ‘Hey, Evan, I promised Dane I wouldn’t touch your ass until I figure all this out,’ or ‘Hey, Dane, there’s no way I can avoid kissing Evan, I spoke too soon.’ I don’t know, say you have mono.”

I crack up at him because neither of those would go over well and I’d have a hard time explaining to Evan how I had the kissing disease! “Is this as exhausting to you as it is me? Truth is, Zach, I’m scared. Do I really know Dane well enough to take a chance on him?”

“Don’t you dare do that, Laney. Do not second guess you and Dane just for the sake of a decision. You know there’s something there.”

“Since when are you Dane’s biggest fan?”

“I’m a Laney fan. Your pretty lil face lights up when that kid walks in and that tells me all I need to know. He obviously makes you happy, so he and I are good.”

“Thanks, Zach, for everything.”

“No sweat, my pet. Now go figure your shit out and call me if you need me. I’ll see ya when you get back.”

***

Settled into the comfort of my old bedroom, I’d normally have no trouble going to sleep at this hour, but tonight sleep evades me. My skin is crawling from the inside out and I’m on edge. There’s no Disney movie for this, no band-aid. I decide to call Evan, maybe do a little prep for our talk tomorrow. I can tell he’s been drinking in three words.

“Hey, hot stuff.”

“Hey, Ev, whatcha doing?” I know what he’s doing; I can hear the party in the background. The night before a game, really?

“Just hanging out, you?”

“Nothing, I’ll just talk to you later, I can tell you’re busy. I’ll see you when you get here.”

“Don’t be mad please, listen, I can’t really hear you, let me call you back,” he yells into the phone, and about ten seconds before I say okay, I hear her.

“Get off the phone, Evan, the booty call’s right here.”

Oh hell no—I know that voice. It’s drunken and slurred, but it’s Kaitlyn. Why is he in the same room with her, close enough I can hear her? She destroys me and you hang with her? Evan has never blatantly hurt or disrespected me, all these years, but this is a straight shot.

“Fuck you, Evan.” I hang up.

I turn off my phone and go down some Nyquil. I’m done with this day.

CHAPTER 31

Confessions

***Laney***

Daddy’s up at the crack of dawn, as always. I get up and amble into the kitchen to join him.

“Go sit down, Daddy; I’ll get your breakfast.” We eat together, talking little and I know exactly what will make me feel better. “You feel like going fishing?”

“I sure as hell do, kiddo.”

It’s a great day for it and soon we’re out of worms. My soul feels lighter; I hope his does, too. He’s been all smiles, casting and reeling with gusto all day. I love this time with my dad. He’s such a companionable man. I always wonder how she couldn’t find solace in him, in a life with him. I know he’d have done anything she needed.

We get home at dusk and I clean up and make us tuna casserole. My dad scarfs it down; he’s obviously gone too long without someone cooking for him. He heads to bed early, so I finally turn my phone back on; no one gets to interrupt fishing or Daddy time.

I don’t even open the texts from Evan, I’m still so mad I can’t see straight. I text Zach to see how his game went and then I call Dane back, he’d called once last night and twice today.

“Hey, finally, where you been?”

His voice covers me like a blanket, wrapping me in repose instantly. In that very moment, I know Evan could move into my room and my skin would still tingle when I see, hear, or think of Dane. This isn’t going away.

“I’m sorry, I turned off my phone ‘cause I fished all day with my dad. How are you?”

“Better now that you called. I miss you, baby.”

I miss him, too, surprisingly badly. I just can’t say it out loud, though, so I change the subject. “Tell me about your day. What’d you do last night?” I ask, trying to concentrate on his answer. He could just keep calling me baby over and over; it makes me crazy when he says it.

He tells me The Crew hit The Kickback last night and then all went to Zach’s game today, which the Eagles won. Now he was lying in his bed “missing me.”

“Dane, tell me something real. Tell me something as important as everything I tell you.” He has to do this, right this minute; it’s vital that he instill some trust in me. The next few sentences out of his mouth are as important as anything he’s ever said to me. I have to know this connection isn’t one-sided and goes deeper than physical attraction.

“You name it, baby, what would you like to know?”

I could probably get “the real number” out of him right now, the one every girl wonders the minute she decides she likes a guy. That’s not really what I want to know. Shoot, who am I kidding, yes I do…but I just can’t ask it. “So, let me think…how about one light and one heavy question, okay?”

“Anything, ask away.” He wouldn’t just agree like this if he didn’t know I’m testing the weight of us before I see Evan. I probably shouldn’t take advantage, but I want to feel close to him, emotionally, right now.

“What’s your middle name?” Crap, I’m off my game and jumped the gun. I wasted a coveted question on something I could easily found out elsewhere.

“Dane.”

“Uh…” I know what’s he saying, and want to know his first name, but I can’t ask or he may count it as my second question.

He snickers. “Don’t want to burn a question, huh?” Scary ESP on this boy. “Okay, I’ll be nice. My name is Michael Dane Kendrick. I go by Dane, my middle name.”

“I like it, Dane’s a beautiful name. It suits you. Not that Michael isn’t great, too.”

He’s amused by my long-winded response. “Thank you, baby.”

The knock at the door comes and I have to let him go before my “deep” question…of course.

“Laney, please call me when you’re done talking to him, okay?”

“Okay,” I sigh, the dread building up inside of me.

“Seriously, Laney, no matter what time, you call me.”

***

For a split second, the moment I see him, I forget that I’m mad at him. I forget we’re miles apart now. I forget all that I’ve done, become, and experienced without him. He’s so handsome, so familiar. He has bags under his eyes, which aren’t as sparkling blue as usual, but his slight smile still affects me.

“Hey, pretty.”

Look at him, my Tod, my best friend. The righter of wrongs, protector from evil, prom date, first kiss; standing before me in the flesh. Spending only a fraction of the time apart that we’ve spent together, I’ve let another slip in and divide us. How could I be so callous? How could I cast my forever aside so easily?

But it hadn’t been easy, and we had mutually agreed, no…I can’t keep doing this. I can’t feel guilty for feeling, for living; but I can feel guilty about only being completely honest with one of them. I’m about to fix it right now.

“Hey, come on in.” I scoot back to make room for him and close the door behind him. He sits on the couch and rests his arms on his knees, head in his hands. It takes him a while to gather himself and finally look at me where I sit at the opposite end of the couch.

“Laney, I’m so sorry…for so much. I’m sorry for what Kaitlyn did and for what she said last night. That drunk bitch followed me around all night, trying to tell me she loves me, but I didn’t give her the time of day, Laney, I swear. I hate her, you know I do.”

I want to believe him, if just for the sake of our friendship, but part of me doesn’t. “Why didn’t you leave when you saw her there?”

“Why should I leave? That bitch isn’t going to dictate where I go.”

No, just where I go. “Sometimes you have to be the bigger person and walk away, Evan. Staying just gave her the chance to keep following you, to keep talking to you. If it really bothered you, you would’ve left.” I cross my arms over my chest, eyebrows raised; challenging him to tell me I’m wrong.

He ponders on this a while before speaking. “You’re right. I know you’re right, but I was drunk and not thinking. I’m sorry, Laney, please forgive me.”

“I can’t be friends with you if you continue to allow her opportunities to be around you. I think of it as a direct betrayal.” Yeah, I can hear the hypocrisy in my words, but this is different—the base of everything is true friendship, and I haven’t betrayed that, and he shouldn’t, either. If you blatantly screw Evan over, well then, I’m done with you and I demand the same loyalty in return.

“I agree; it won’t happen again, Laney. I swear.”

“Okay, then I’ll forgive you.” I relax my shoulders. I do believe and forgive him, but I had to make sure he knows how serious I am about my stance.

He moves close to me and puts his arms around me. I can’t help it, I breathe in his scent, soak up his feel and I think of what could have been.

“Can I stay with you tonight? I miss you so much, munchkin. I love you so much, I need to hold you.”

God, what do I do?

“I miss you too, Evan, all the time, but I can’t do the merry-go-round thing anymore. I’m making myself crazy trying to figure out you and me or me and Dane.” Oh shit, it just popped out. I didn’t want to tell him like this.

“Who the fuck is Dane?” he growls, his back bowing.

“I-I told you about him. I met him at school. He’s part of my group of friends, my roommate dates his brother, remember?”

“Vaguely. I don’t remember you telling me anything much. Now you have to figure you and him out? What’s that mean?” His face is red and his eyes narrow.

“Lower your voice, Evan, you’re gonna wake up Dad!” I angry-whisper at him.