10
GABRIELLA
AS SOON AS I pulled into his driveway, I quickly jumped out of his car and headed into the house. I couldn’t wait any longer.
“Gabriella,” he shouted, racing to catch up. “She’s my cousin,” he yelled. “Do you remember my Aunt Jackie? April’s her daughter. My uncle owns the track. Gabby, wait up.”
He thought I was mad. I had been jealous, but it didn’t matter right now. He didn’t know what was coming next, but it was inevitable—like the tide, or the sunrise.
I leapt up the steps two at a time; Pax hot on my heels. Walking right through the door, I stopped a few feet into the room, threw my purse on the floor and turned to watch him enter.
“Look, I’m sorry,” he began, but stopped when he saw me just standing there, arms at my sides, breathing heavy.
Our eyes locked and ju
