the poor substitute.” She grins. “And if she were here, there’d be no you in his life. I find that hilarious.”
“He writes those for a reason,” I say, maintaining control, but my hands are wrapped around my stomach. I love you. Forever. I hang on to the dresser for support. “You shouldn’t go through his private things,” I manage to say, but my voice is wispy. Weak.
“Maybe.” She rummages through the pile and pulls out the photograph. “See anything interesting?”
I know I shouldn’t, but I take it from her.
First, I notice how handsome both Z and Reece are, their faces leaner than they are now, vibrant with youth and vitality. The girl…she’s small next to them, petite and gorgeous with long hair that’s flowing over her shoulders, the color a shimmering white-blonde.
I finger my own hair, taking in her face, the way it curves, the shape of her eyebrows and how they frame her face. That sick feeling inside me grows, spreading.
“It’s eerie, right?” Veronica says softly, watching my face. “You could be her sister.”
I tear my eyes from the picture and my hands tremble. “We aren’t sisters.”
“That’s the beauty of it,” Veronica says, her face triumphant. “How does it feel to be the B team?”
I look down at it again, and my stomach turns. The truth batters at me, even as I try to deny it, but…her hair color, the length, the way our faces are shaped…my hands curl at my sides.
God. What is happening?
I’m falling down a deep, vast hole…
A bitter laugh flows out of her. “You can’t compete with her. You can’t be better than a dead girl. Trust me, I’ve tried.”
I let the photo fall to his bed, and I turn and make my way to the kitchen. I hear her behind me as she goes into Reece’s bedroom and shuts the door. Mission accomplished, I guess. She’s been dying to tell me this since she first saw me, and now…
I’m standing in the middle of the kitchen, my heart pounding like crazy, trying to piece it all together when the front door opens and Eric, Reece, and Z come in with long faces.
“Ah, my favorite blonde—just the welcome home I need,” Eric says, making a joke that comes off as forced. He jumps ahead of Z teasingly, gives me a quick hug, and then steps back, giving me a quizzical look. “Hey, we’re the ones in a shitty mood. What’s your excuse, babe?”
Z’s at my side, easing me away from Eric. A furrow knits his brow as he stares down at me. He tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. “What’s wrong? Did something scare you?”
I wonder what my face must look like.
“Veronica’s in Reece’s room,” I say, swallowing. “But when I got here, she followed me to your room and told me—” I stop myself. I can’t do this in front of Reece and Eric.
Z gives Reece a dark look. “Can’t you control her?”
“Fuck you,” Reece mutters as he drops his duffle and heads back to his room.
Eric is digging into the donuts I put on the table, and Z turns to me and presses his forehead against mine, a needy look on his face, his gaze drinking me in. “Forget them. I missed you so much. What a fucking mess today was. Stan saw everything.”
“Nothing physical going on?” I run my gaze over him, checking for other injuries. My hands want to touch him, but I don’t. I’m barely breathing. I’m barely anything.
“I’m good.”
A long breath comes from me.
Okay. He is okay. I can see it for myself.
I try to put a few inches between us, but he doesn’t let me, tugging me back until his body is flush against mine. “Hey you, don’t run away. I’ve been thinking about you the whole way home,” he says in my ear, his nose trailing down my neck. “You smell so good.”
“Gross. Your room is just down the hall,” Eric says with a donut in his mouth.
I move back a bit, keeping my gaze down. “Uh, I just came to bring the donuts.”
Z gives me a hard look and frowns, his eyes narrowing. “What’s going on?”
I stare at the floor for a few more seconds then look back at him and shake my head. “I can’t…”
Eric raises a brow at us and takes off for the den. “Later, sexy people.” I hear him turning on the TV.