See No Evil by Ivy Fox EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Ivy Fox
- Language: English
- Formats: PDF / EPUB
- Status: Available For Free Download
- Genre: Romance
- Price: Free
- File Size: 2 MB
- Published Date: April 30, 2020
I park my Porsche in front of the opulent mansion, but instead of getting out
of the car and rushing in as I’ve done for most of my life, I stay frozen still in
my seat, gripping the steering wheel while trying hard to ignore the
tightening of my chest.
It astounds me how a place that once held so much joy now fills me with
dread. I’ve spent Christmases and New Years here. I played football on this
very lawn while waiting for Thanksgiving dinners to be served, and during
the madness of Fourth of July cookouts. I’ve stayed over more times than I
can count, making me more like family than anything else. But for the life of
me, this is the last place I want to be at.
I mean, it’s only natural, right?
I’m not a monster for not wanting to step foot inside the home that used
to hold most of my favorite childhood recollections when none can compare
to the last horrid memory it gave me.
But I guess what they say is true—a criminal always returns to the scene
of the crime whether he wants to or not.
I shake my head, trying to avoid these thoughts that have been tormenting
me for the past three months. Instead, I pick up my phone and pretend to
fiddle on it just in case Lincoln can see me parked here from inside his house.
Although, common sense tells me that Lincoln Hamilton has more pressing
demons to face then waste his time gawking through a window at the scenery
of his driveway. Still, I keep up my moronic pretense, hoping to gain some
time for me just to man the fuck up and knock on my best friend’s door.
“Shit!” I mumble, aggravated for being such a fucking pussy.
But, fuck, it’s not like this shit comes with an instruction manual on
what’s the best protocol to use with your accomplices. I haven’t seen Lincoln
all summer, so who knows what fucking mess I’m going to encounter. Last
night when he sent me a text, asking me to be here at first light, every fiber of
my being wanted to pretend I didn’t see it, just so I could have another day
without having to face him or the repercussions of what transpired here.
I don’t do feelings right.
I never have.
Touchy-feely shit is just not my thing, so I’m not exactly ecstatic for
putting myself in a situation where I have to be someone’s support system. I
mean, I suck at it. I’m not that guy. I might look all approachable and shit,
with my light eyes and messy blond hair giving me that homecoming-king
vibe, but five minutes in my presence, and everyone knows I’m a fucking
I don’t hide it either.
Why would I?
I have no one to impress but myself.
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