35
SKYLAR
I sipped my coffee by the living room window, watching the ocean roll and dip. The sun had been up for a few hours, but Ashton still slept.
Rhett hadn’t joined us in our bed the night before, and for once, I didn’t care what the man did.
He’d embarrassed the hell out of me at Ashton’s birthday party—after I’d done the very same thing to myself without realizing it until the words about my gift for him had thoughtlessly tumbled from my mouth.
I knew I’d been judged left and right before that moment Rhett muttered something that knifed my heart like a killing blow.
Inappropriate.
I didn’t fit in with Rhett’s crowd—because that was what those guests had been—just as reserved and noses-in-the-air as him. They weren’t Ashton’s people.
Well, except for the other triad in attend
