HAZEL
Lately, I've been making one impulsive decision after another. Living fast, thinking later, doing things first and asking the sensible questions somewhere around the third or fourth consequence.
First, there was agreeing to whatever this thing between Elvis and me had become, his s*x partner. It was never supposed to happen. If anything, I wanted him to fall for me, not settle for an arrangement that came with an invisible expiration date.
Walking away would've been the sensible choice. Instead, I told myself it wouldn’t be a bad idea. I am still sleeping with my ex-fiancé’s father.
Elvis had actually left his company's anniversary party to sit in my truck.
"Why?" he asked, watching me. "Why would you want that?"
"Because it'll be fun," I said with a grin. "Watching you preten
