My Rebound (On My Own #2) - Carrie Ann Ryan Page 0,65
could see if we could be here for you if you do need another kidney.”
I looked at him then and choked. “Seriously?”
“Why didn’t you ask me?” Tanner asked as he took another drink. “I’m only destroying my liver, not my kidneys.”
That made me laugh, and thankfully, Miles joined in.
“Dillon and I just talked about it. All of us were actually going to do it, including Dillon’s family if you were interested. I mean, we felt weird and didn’t know what to do, so we thought we’d be annoying and in your face.”
I swallowed hard, tears threatening. “That’s kind of…that’s bloody brilliant. I don’t know if that’s even an option, but I know that you could always be part of things like a bone marrow registry if you want to be proactive. I shouldn’t need that, but my cousin did, and a random anonymous donor saved her life.”
“Good to know,” Tanner said. “Maybe. You know we’re young, some of us are healthy, and we might as well help out, especially when we’re all stressed. Now, tell us what the fuck’s going on with you.”
I went still, trying to form my thoughts. “There’s one more secret you should probably know.” I looked down at my hands and sighed.
“If you say you’re cheating on Mackenzie, I may actually have to hurt you,” Miles growled.
My eyes widened. “No, not that. Fuck. Okay. You know how we get the house for a bargain?” I began, wincing.
Tanner set his drink down. “If you fucking own this house, like the billionaire Mr. Body from Clue, I will have to murder you in the living room with the closest candlestick.”
That made Miles burst out laughing, and I just shook my head before blurting. “I don’t own it, but my aunt does.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Miles asked, his eyes wide. “This is your family’s home?”
“It’s my aunt’s home. And my mum, her sister, doesn’t usually live in America, so it’s not like it’s a family home. However, she is giving us a good deal. Hence why we don’t need to fill Sanders’ room unless we want to. I’m sorry, I didn’t know how to bring it up. I didn’t want it to be an issue with you guys to begin with. And, yes, I will tell Dillon,” I added quickly.
“Jesus Christ, how many more secrets do you have?” Tanner asked as he sat up.
“None. I swear. At least, I don’t think so. Shit, I’m sorry.”
“You’re like one of the rich kids that used to make fun of me in school,” Miles whispered.
I shook my head. “Just because my family has money doesn’t mean I do.”
“Got a trust fund?” Tanner asked as he down the rest of his drink.
I winced. “Hell, I’m sorry. I didn’t want things to be weird between us, and all I did was make things weirder. I’m usually much better than this.”
Tanner just glared at me. “Yeah, I guess you are. But, Mr. Moneybags, good to know where you come from, though we don’t know how many more secrets you have.”
I didn’t understand Tanner’s reaction, but as he stormed away, I stared at Miles. “I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want you all thinking you needed to be beholden to me or something, and then it got weird.”
Miles shook his head. “I don’t know, maybe if you hadn’t kept other things a secret, it wouldn’t be such a big deal. Or maybe if it weren’t happening with the whole Nessa thing, it wouldn’t either. I don’t know. But you know Tanner’s got issues with money. And I’ve got issues with rich kids who pick on me—not that you’re one of them.”
“I’m not,” I growled. “Just because someone has money doesn’t make them a bully.”
“Well, Sanders was, so I guess that doesn’t help matters,” Miles said as he stuck his hand in his pocket. “I don’t blame you for not telling us. It would have been weird when we first met. But you’ve had a semester and a half now, Pacey.”
“When was I supposed to bring it up? When Dillon was falling for Elise, and we were all stressed out about school? Or when we lost Corinne? Or maybe when I was passed out in an ambulance? I don’t fucking know, everything just piled up, and I couldn’t focus. I can’t even talk to my parents about things because they’re not talking to each other, and it’s just fucking weird. And that’s not even the point. I’m sorry.”