At the sight of it, we all turned to look. The sun had shifted during the last hour, and the driveway was now shaded by the thick branches of my grandparent's favorite oak tree.
With no glare on the truck windows, I had no trouble seeing exactly who was behind the wheel.
It was Brody Blastoviak – the asshat himself.
Chapter 12
Brody
I frowned as I cut the truck's engine.Shit.What wasshedoing here?
This time, I didn't mean Arden – although I wasn't happy to seehereither.
Hell, I wasn't happy to see any of it.
Waverly was standing on the front walkway while Roy – the head of the traveling film crew – stood beside Arden on the property's front lawn.
The lawn.I shook my head.Huh.
Someone had cut it. Or at least they'd cut most of it.
It was easy to guess who that someone was.
It was Arden.Her red sneakers were stained green, and there was a streak of dirt along the side of the face. Her hair was tied in a loose ponytail, and her yellow T-shirt clung to her curves in a way that might've caught my attention if I weren't so distracted by the rest of it.
The house – it looked different. I glanced toward the front porch and did a double-take.
Someone had trimmed the hedges. They'd done a decent job of it, too.
Arden?
It had to be.
This explained Waverly's scowl.Oh yeah. She was ticked.
Still, she wiped the scowl from her face and flashed me a smile as she turned and began striding toward my truck.
As she moved closer, I looked to Arden.
She wasn't smiling.
And neither was I.
Memories of last night came flooding back, making me shift uneasily in my seat. Judging from the scene in front of me, I'd lost any chance to explain before Arden figured things out on her own.
I was too late.
My fault. Not hers.
But then again, I hadn't been expecting company, not until tomorrow.
By the time I climbed out of the driver's seat, Waverly was standing beside my truck. When I shut the truck door behind me, she leaned closer and breathed, "Oh, my God. I'msoglad you're here."
Yeah, well, that made one of us.
Again, I looked to Arden.Shewasn't glad. And I didn't blame her.
Iwasn't glad either.
