7
MEGAN
I DIDN’T REALLY want to tell Kyle about my past, but after the way I freaked out, there was no way he’d let it just slide. When he pulled into my driveway, he smiled.
“What are you grinning about?”
“I think I live in Greg’s neighborhood. I’m just a few houses over that way in the next development,” he said, pointing toward the road.
“I guess we’re neighbors then.” I licked my dry lips and opened the door. “Do you still want to come in and talk?”
“Only if you want me to. Don’t feel pressured.”
A sad smile splayed across my lips. “Come on. I’d rather tell you the story now then wait for later.” He shut off his truck and got out, his gaze slightly guarded. When I opened the door, I made sure to lock it before turning on the lights. “The living room is straight ahead. Go take a
