on its side. After three years, in
a few short minutes, Sean had destroyed her dreams. It didn’t matter how
unrealistic they had been. Or that Sean had never given her an ounce of
encouragement. There had always been a spark of hope. Now there was none.
“Your mother insists that you stop moping around your room,”
Veronica Trumbo informed Riley.”It is unacceptable for you to miss family
dinners when your parents are entertaining guests.”
Her mother’s personal assistant often delivered messages.
Corrine didn’t care what bothered her daughter. She cared how it looked to the
outside world.
“We don’t have family dinners. We have business meetings.”
“Which you are expected to attend. Your mother insists.”
Riley stared out the window. She was bundled in her favorite
blanket, sitting in the cozy little nook window. The trees that filled her view
never changed. Tall pines, green all year round. Riley loved those trees. Their
scent filled her room on warm summer nights. Simply looking at them could
soothe her like nothing else.The way she felt at the moment, they might as well
have been a cement wall.
“My mother can stick it up her—”
“Miss Preston!”
“Go away.” Riley couldn’t stir up enough interest to argue. “Let
me know the next time they need to put me on display. I’ll be there.”
“Your lack of familial loyalty is appalling,” Veronica
sniffed.
“Yeah. I’m a fucking ingrate.”
“That kind of language is unacceptable, young lady. It’s
offensive and vulgar.”
“Then cover your ears, or leave the room. I’m about to let
loose with words that will peel the paint off the walls.”
She turned her head, her eyes boring into Veronica. The
woman didn’t deserve Riley’s ire. She was doing her job. It was a case of wrong
place, wrong time. Riley needed to vent, and Veronica was the only one handy.
“Still here?”
“Miss Preston. You are well educated. Cursing shows a woeful
lack of imagination and creativity.”
“I disagree. Listen to how imaginative and creative I can
be.”
She let loose a string of expletives so colorful Veronica
almost fainted from the shock. For the first time in weeks, Riley felt like
smiling. Thank you, Grandpa. He had never seen anything wrong with teaching
a young girl how to express herself. He had warned her to use the words
judiciously. Until today, Riley seldom swore. However, now that she had
started, it felt better than she could have imagined.
“Your mother will hear about this.”
Red-faced, Veronica hurried from the room.
“Then she can send you back with her disapproval,” Riley
yelled. Then she muttered, “Bitch.”
“Impressive.”
Riley’s eyes widened. Gaige . Where had he come from?
Knowing he must have heard every word she spewed at Veronica, Riley felt her
cheeks heat.
“I’m not going to apologize,” she said, her chin jutting
out.
“Why would I ask you to?”
The room was meant for a small girl. Her grandfather had it
decorated with her favorite colors. Purple and pink. Riley’s tastes had changed
considerably in twelve years, but she hadn’t been able to change a single
thing. The frilly canopy bed, the Hello Kitty wallpaper.
Riley hadn’t thought about it until now. Gaige made the room
seem twice as small and three times as childish. Sean’s words rang in her head.
Immature. Between her childish outburst and the pink elephant floor lamp, she
realized it would be hard to argue the point if he suddenly walked in.
Having Gaige witness it was almost as bad.
“Why are you here?”
“It’s been a while since we’ve seen you around the complex.”
“Oh, God.” Riley covered her face with the blanket. “He told
you.”
“Sean is worried about you, Riley. We all are.”
“All? He told all of you? The whole team?”
“Mind if I join you?”
Riley slid to the side. The window seat wasn’t very big.
Somehow Gaige wedged himself into the limited