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lip before stepping away from me.
    I couldn’t even think straight. I watched as Justin walked over with a smile as he saw Olivia. She strolled right into his arms and kissed him. I felt sick to my stomach.
    What in the fuck just happened?
    Justin pulled back, and that was when he noticed me.
    “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were here, Morris. Um, Liv, is everything okay?”
    Did he just call her Liv? That’s my nickname for her, not his. Fucking prick.
    Olivia turned back and looked at me. “Oh yeah, baby. Layton was just going to visit my uncle, and we ran into each other. You never did tell me why you’re here, Layton.” Her voice was now cold toward me.
    I glanced between her and Justin. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mrs. P and Whitley coming toward us.
    Fuck.
    I turned and started to head inside the barn toward Mr. P’s singing voice. I needed room to breathe.
    What in the hell did she just do to me? Who is she talking about? What brunette—
    Just as I reached Mr. P, it hit me. She must have seen me helping Whitley out of the truck.
    She thinks we’re together.
    “Hey, Layton! What a great surprise!” Mr. P yelled out.
    I smiled and held my hand up in a wave. “Hey, Mr. P. Um…I’ll be right back.”
    I turned and stormed out of the barn. As I walked up, I could see Mrs. P introducing Whitley to Olivia and Justin.
    I came up and grabbed Olivia’s arm. “I need to talk to you—now.”
    Olivia looked around, and her face blushed. “Um…Layton, can it wait? I mean—”
    “No, you started it, and I’m finishing it.”
    I glanced at Justin, and he seemed like he wanted to say something, but he didn’t. I glanced at Whitley, and she had a terrified look on her face.
    “Fine! If you’ll excuse me…” Olivia yanked her arm from my hand.
    She made her way up to the house, and I followed behind her. As soon as the kitchen door shut, she attempted to kiss me, but I pushed her away.
    “What in the fuck are you doing? Are you purposely trying to mess with my head, Liv?”
    She started laughing. “Oh Christ, Layton. I’ve just missed you, that’s all. You were always such a good fuck.” She licked her lips.
    I looked away from her and saw Whitley glaring back at the house.
    “What’s your game?” I asked Olivia, never taking my eyes off of Whitley.
    “My game? What do you mean?”
    “You left me for one of my best friends the day after my brother died. I haven’t heard from you for months, and now, you see me, and you grab my dick and tell me you want a romp in the sack with me. What’s your game?”
    I watched as Whitley continued to stare at the house. For one brief moment, I saw concern all over her face.
    Concern for me? Or for Olivia? Does she think I’m going to hurt Olivia?
    I slowly turned around and saw Olivia glaring out toward Whitley.
    “Who is she?”
    Holy shit, she’s jealous of CG.
    “It’s none of your goddamn business who she is.”
    Olivia’s head snapped over, and she studied me. “The hell it isn’t. She’s talking to my aunt. What does she want with my aunt? She’s probably just using you to get close to my aunt for her money. That girl is trouble, Layton.”
    I threw my head back and laughed. “You don’t even know who she is!”
    Olivia turned and shook her head. “Don’t be desperate, Layton. It’s so unbecoming of a Southern gentleman. Go ahead and screw the local barmaid, but don’t bring your tramps around to meet my aunt and uncle. You got me?”
    What a bitch. How did I ever love her?
    I turned to walk back out the door, but then Olivia grabbed my arm.
    “Did you hear me? I mean it, Layton. Don’t test me.”
    “Oh, fuck off, Olivia. Who I fuck and who I don’t fuck is none of your business anymore. As far as who is talking to your aunt, her name is Whitley, and she’s new in town and starting a business. Your aunt met her the other day, and Whit’s planning a party for Mrs. P.”
    Olivia stared out the window toward Whitley. “You