I tried as much as possible to keep Liam in my past. I convinced myself I’d forgotten him. That I’d moved on. But all it took was the slightest mention of his name, and suddenly my eyes were burning with tears.
I had told Vanessa about Liam and our breakup, but she was always too tangled up in her own world to listen, let alone care about anyone else’s.
“Who wants to go jet skiing?”
I lifted my book higher over my face, and just when I thought this little hangout couldn’t get any worse, Maurice popped out of nowhere like a bad omen. He wore swim shorts and a loose linen shirt.
“Maurice, I thought you weren’t feeling well,” Darnell said.
I turned to him. His eyes were locked on Maurice, sharp enough to drill holes through him. “You should go back.”
Maurice stopped in front of us with
