Lisa~

Jace was a jerk. But I guess I knew that. While I worked, he went out swimming then lounged on the back porch with a newspaper. I could see him from the kitchen window and mentally willed every horrible thing that could happen to him to happen as I poured chocolate cake batter into the pans and slid them into the oven.

Thing was, though, it wasn’t that hard to agree to this weekend. When my mom and Jace’s dad had gotten together, I’d been young. My dad had moved out not six months ago at that point. It had seemed so rushed. And the way my mom had...