CHAPTER 3
Rylee figured the pain must be getting to her, because she actually thought Nick Talon was kind of cute. Downright handsome. She wasn’t blind of course, and it never hurt to look, but she rarely had thoughts like that, and certainly hadn’t felt ready for a serious relationship with anyone since Scott.
She was only sixteen years old when he died. He’d been her whole world, and that was a pain a teenager should never have to feel. The hurt lasted a long time and she never wanted to feel that way again. Scott had been troubled, and she knew the drugs had started taking over his life, but she was too young and too naïve to think they would kill him. It had been seven years since his death. In all that time, she’d pushed away any guy who came too close, and had kept busy being a car
