Chapter Six
“Damn, damn, damn, why?” Billy Jo said as she flicked her gaze to her rear-view mirror, taking in her eyes, dull blue, her straight mousy brown hair, and the freckles she’d always hated. She felt like absolute s**t, the knot tightening in her stomach as she realized she’d gone from the girl who’d caught Mark’s eye to the girl who was driving a knife into his heart. “There’s something seriously wrong with you. Get it together.”
She was driving down an island road, down a driveway shrouded with trees, seeing Gail’s white truck and Mark’s Jeep. Her heart thudded because she suddenly felt awkward and stalkerish as she pulled in and stopped behind it.
“You just can’t help yourself, can you, going from one stupid thing to the next? You shouldn’t be here, Billy Jo.” She looked agai
