All these years, this was the first time anyone told me I wasn’t a dummy.
I gathered my courage and looked at Cole Lawson.
“You like Mia, and you want to be with her–I get it,” I said.
“I already told Mom and Dad I can take care of myself from now on.”
“And Mom said Dad never saved people expecting anything back. Cole, you don’t owe me a
thing.”
I wasn’t angry at him.
But Cole’s eyes trembled.
“I want to take care of you. That has nothing to do with your dad,” he said.
I shook my head.
“There’s nothing left at the Lawsons‘ that belongs to Nellie. I’m not going back.”
Cole’s tall shoulders slumped.
He stepped back, hurt flickering in his eyes.
“You didn’t like having someone else in our home. I already sent her away.
It’s not like you haven’t run away before. Let me bring you home, okay?
Nellie, no one can take care of you but me.”
It felt like Cole couldn’t understand words.
I frowned.
“I can take care of myself now. I won’t be a burden, Cole.”
“Burden…”
His face darkened as he said it under his breath,
like it hurt worse than the day everyone called me a dummy.
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Julian Parker took my hand and led me out.
The moment we got in the car, Cole still came running from the lobby.
“How about Strawberry cake?” Julian asked me.
I turned toward him before I could stop myself, eyes lighting up.
“Yes.”
Julian rolled the window down with one hand—and leaned in to bite me again.
I tried to push him away.
“Two slices of strawberry cake,” he said into the intercom.
I gave up struggling.
When he’d had his fill, he rolled the window up and told the driver to go.
My neck stung a little.
But once we were home and I had strawberry cake, I forgot I’d been upset.
Lately, though, Julian liked biting me.
If there was a smear of cream at the corner of my mouth, he’d bite me.
When I came out of the shower to dry my hair, he’d bite me.
When I slept, he liked to bite me.
When I was trying on clothes, he’d barge in.
He liked teasing me until I cried.
He said I looked pretty when I cried.
I was so mad I ignored him for three days.
After that, Julian said he wanted to marry me.
For a second, I thought I’d misheard.
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I poked my fingertips together. “Mom said I should be with Cole. Our families had an agreement. Only Cole would marry me.”
“Do you want to go back to the Lawsons‘?” Julian asked.
I shook my head.
“Then stay at my place. I’ll tell your mom. She’ll approve,” he said.
I stared at him, awed.
“You can talk to my mom?”
Julian’s expression went complicated.
“Will it do if my mom approves?”
I thought about it.
Honestly, Cole’s mom never really wanted him to marry me–she never liked me much.
She said I wasn’t a match for Cole, that we didn’t belong together.
But his dad and my dad had been close, and he wouldn’t let her say no.
“Come home with me, just once, okay?” Julian coaxed.
I twisted my fingers, torn.
“My mom will like you,” he said.
Truth was, I was a little scared.
Cole’s mom didn’t like me,
But Julian treated me well.
Spending my whole life at the Parkers‘ didn’t sound bad.
He’d never called me a freeloader.
I’m careless, though.
Sad things are easy for me to forget.
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“Then we agree on this: if you do three things that make me sad, I’ll live on my own,” I said.
Before, Cole had done so many I couldn’t count even count them on both hands.
“Like what?” Julian asked.
“Cole’s girlfriend smashed the gift my parents made for me,” I said.
Back then, I didn’t even understand what “girlfriend” meant.
Julian didn’t say anything, but his eyes went red.
He pulled me into a tight hug.
“I won’t. Not in my entire life.”