Billy
When Celeste and Jamie walked back into the kitchen, I watched them carefully.
Too carefully, perhaps.
Lilly’s accusation was still ringing in my head, and I needed to know whether there was even a shred of truth behind it. Celeste was seventeen. Jamie was a grown man. If Lilly had been telling the truth—or if there was anything inappropriate going on between them—I would deal with it.
Personally.
There would be hell to pay.
Celeste caught my eye.
For a few seconds, neither of us said anything.
Then she shook her head.
One small movement.
One clear message.
Not here. Not now. And we’re not talking about it.
I understood.
Or at least, I tried to.
I’d only known Celeste for a little over a month, yet somehow she’d already managed to turn my world upside down. Every attemp
