I know what I said. What I agreed to.
But I didn’t think it meant having f*****g Peter in my house.
All that speech Ray gave at the cemetery when we accidentally ran into each other? All that heat and emotion? It’s nothing now. Watered down to nothing the second she shows up at my doorstep, with him.
Well, her doorstep too, technically. She lives here. But right now, I’m so keyed up I can’t think straight, I’m literally pacing.
Peter used to be the only friend I’d say came close to what I had with Ray.
Not really, but close. We saw eye to eye once. Same wavelength. Now? He’s got that smug, city-boy vibe like he just got back from someplace better. That careless swag, the I’m-better-than-you energy radiating off him, it pisses me off.
I can’t stand how casual he is. The way he talks,
