““Clotile said, “Will you finally admit you want that girl for more than revenge?” I hesitated, then nodded. “Doan matter now though, does it?” There was no way in hell I was ever going to be with her. No way. I would never kiss her, never take her to bed. She’d never tell me silly jokes and laugh with me. I clenched the throat of my bottle. Clotile sped up to make a yellow light, then said, “Brandon tried to kiss me last night.” “You’re serious?” My half brother was used to getting everything he wanted. He had a girl like Evangeline Greene, his for the taking, and he wasn’t true to her. I’d always known he was an idiot—this just confirmed it. Yet she’d called him twice the man I was. “I barely wriggled out of his grasp,” Clotile said.””
