WESTLEY

Crap!

What was I thinking? I knew something didn’t add up. Did he really want me to be his model or he was up to something? My head snapped to the footsteps behind me. Keene showed off his cocky smile.

“Good job.” He raised his mug.

“I’m doing all of these for you, dumbass.” I got back to my swing. “Any news?”

“Nope. Not yet.” I could feel the dismay and sadness in his voice.

I couldn’t let him give up—not until what we’d already sacrificed over a year for him to be still with me. “Your new friend’s mom might be able to pull some strings.”

Keene moved...