AvaA crew member in a white polo and pressed shorts appeared from the galley, balancing a silver tray with two sweating glasses and a dish of finger sandwiches. “Compliments of the house,” he said, setting everything on the low marble table with a bow that was just shy of parody.Maya raised an eye
Ava.The minute Levi’s voice cut out, Maya pounced.“Are you really okay?” she asked checking me all over. Her eyes traced the side of my face, zeroing in on the bruised cheekbone from the bookstore brawl. “Did he hit you? Was it those guys from earlier? Did you pass out again?”I shook my head. “No
AvaMaya went into triage mode before the yacht even started moving. She pulled me aside, hands flying over my arms, my face, my ribs, checking for injuries like she expected to find bullet wounds. “Are you concussed?” she demanded, peering into my eyes. “Did he drug you? Squeeze my hand. Say the al
MayaIf you’d asked me what I’d be doing on an evening like this, I would have said “N*****x, Gushers, maybe a little light I*******m stalking.” Not hauling ass through a gated marina, phone in hand, tracking my best friend like I was her probation officer.But here I was, already out of breath, pus
AvaThe engine’s hum was a second heartbeat, rattling up through the deck and into my shoes. I pressed myself against the far rail, arms crossed so tight it felt like I was hugging my own skeleton. I stared at the water, anywhere but at Levi. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Whether it was from lefto
AvaLevi’s yacht was moored at the furthest point of the private marina, a chrome-edged predator in a sea of lesser fish. The sun was low and harsh, slanting between the condos and casting everything in yellow bruises. Levi led me up the ramp, our fingers still laced, and for a second I thought he m