chapter twenty-four
MORGAN
I decide to tell Will. It’s our last day in Belize and if I speak to him about Shanice Peters while we’re on tour, I may throw off his game completely.
I invite myself over to his house and ask him to pick me up. My car was not invented for the choppy roads leading to Will’s estate.
A knock on the door announces his arrival. My roommate lets him in. The two hit it off really well.
Francesca and Will have no idea that their histories are so connected. At least not yet.
Sighing heavily, I pin the upswept half of my hair in place and step out to greet my boyfriend.
His slow, green-eyed appraisal causes me to feel all kinds of beautiful, but a heavy rain cloud looms over us, threatening to unleash the minute that I tell him the truth. I’m not enthusiastic abou
