Broken Bonds (The Bonds that Tie Book 1)

I can live with being hated. I hate myself enough to know just how easy it is to loathe me

My brain hasn’t even caught up to the fact that someone is here, when he grabs the door handle and yanks it open, shirtless, bed-rumpled and in all his early-morning glory.

Sage and Sawyer look at him in twin images of shock.

It would be absolutely hilarious if it wasn’t also completely freaking shameful. There’s no way I’m getting out of this without them making some comment that is going to make me want to die because one look at him, and they have to assume we’ve spent the whole night fucking like horny rabbits.

“Well, excuse the fuck out of us! Sage, we need to leave. Now. Move it.”

I pull the dress over my head and fold it up, carefully bending to slip it into Sage’s bag because my tits are a little bigger than hers and there’s a real danger of a nip slip happening tonight. When I straighten up, I find Gabe staring at me like I’ve grown an extra head and I have to glance down to make sure I’m not actually flashing the entire freaking party my goods.

“What? What the hell are you looking at?”

He grunts at me, shaking his head and muttering under his breath as he jumps head first into the pool, “I fucking hate you.”

Well, what the fuck have I done to him now?