♡AN ENEMIES-TO-LOVERS ROMANCE♡
Attending the same college is the only thing Sebastian Hutches and Tara Van Doren have in common.
To Sebastian, Tara is a rich, spoiled girl, obsessed with her looks and status.
To Tara, Sebastian is a rude, arrogant...
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It's barely after six, but stormy clouds hang over the city, depriving us of daylight. I took Tara to the spot where we watched the sunset after Thanksgiving because it isn't far from Tony's, and I needed to think fast after we bolted out of La Cita.
Tara sighs in the passenger seat, and I cover her knee with my palm. "You okay?"
"You shouldn't have made me leave," she says, dragging her index finger over my knuckles. "It was my only chance to know where Blake lives and works."
"What makes you think he'd tell you? The dude looked uncomfortable, and the staff would've kicked us out anyway. I just spared us the embarrassment."
"You're probably right." Tara slides her palm under mine and laces our fingers. "I was just so mad at him."
"He said you looked like your mom. Did he know her?"
"Of course." Tara nods. "Mav and I grew up together."
"Has your friend always been like this?"
"Mav's always been shy, but after Blake left him, he retreated into himself and stopped speaking and socializing with everyone but Blanche and me," Tara says. "Blake made his son pay for whatever happened between him and his wife, and look at him now - having lunch in an expensive restaurant, wearing a suit that costs more than Blanche's rent. Do you think that's fair?"
I caress Tara's fingers with mine. "It's not. But you can't scold him publicly like that."
"Right." Tara huffs. "Get off the black and white horse, Sebastian. There are more shades, and my friend's well-being is more important than Blake's comfort. You saw the dump Mav lives in. Do you think that'd be the case if Blake were a better man and paid child support? Falling apart with your spouse doesn't mean forgetting about your kid, and Blake did just that - he forgot Mav existed."
"Black and white horse?"
Tara tips her chin up. Determination blazes in her eyes, and she narrows them, sending me a menacing look.
I draw an arm around her shoulders. "I feel bad for your friend. I really do. But what the fuck do we know about their circumstances? Lots of shit might've happened behind closed doors. You can't fix everything."
"So, it's better to do nothing?"
"I didn't say that." I soften my tone, cupping Tara's cheek with my free hand. "I just hate how upset you are. And I know you like helping others. My mom, for example. You can't imagine how thankful I am for what you did. She asked me for your number because she wanted to thank you. I said I'd ask you."
Tara shrugs. "Your Mom has the experience and qualifications the group home management was looking for. I helped them as much as her. Give her my number if you want, but she doesn't need to thank me."
She's wrong, but I don't have it in me to tell her that. The mood is somber as it is, thanks to the Blake guy. The pad of my thumb glides over Tara's jaw, and she closes her eyes, leaning into my touch.
