Chapter 11
It was so strange not having Paxton’s driver take us to our parents’ house. For the most part, he took us everywhere, and I’d grown accustomed to sitting in the back with my stepbrother and sipping sparkling water or sometimes champagne as Mr. Fletcher whisked us to our destination. Somehow sitting in the front seat with Paxton felt more intimate to me, almost like we were a couple.
I looked over at him as the sunset painted his handsome face with warm, Technicolor hues. I wondered if, had circumstances not been what they were, I could have been with him. We probably never would have even met, had it not been for my mom, but if we had...
My heart threatened to break as I realized that I really could see myself with this man. We were like Romeo and Juliet, if they’d been pract
