Page 9 of Forget That Guy
He’d fueled my every teenage fantasy.
He was older than me, sure, but I swear to all that was holy, that didn’t matter to me then, and it didn’t matter to me now.
Even mad as hell at him, if he crooked his finger at me, I’d have a really hard time saying no to him.
Any sane woman would.
All that messy, copper-colored hair, paired with his warm honey eyes, and fantastic jaw. Sometimes he’d have a beard. But when he deigned to shave, he’d have these perfect little dimples that all three of his kids shared.
“I’m sorry, Juliana.”
I mean, what else could I say?
It sounded like she’d fucked herself over.
Her life—raising kids and living on the farm? That was my dream.
I wanted exactly the life that she had.
And she’d just given it away.
It was terrible, but it was also a decision that she’d made without thinking it through all the way.
I watched something come over her then. Watched her transform from this broken woman to an angry one that had a new plan in mind.
And apparently that plan had to do with me.
“I heard Denver got your dad’s land.”
And there was that anger all over again.
“Yes,” I said, trying to sound calm.
“You know that he’s wanted that forever, right?”
I swallowed. “Yep.”
“You know that he worked his magic and made it happen. Cheated you out of it, right?” she asked.
I shrugged, not wanting to get into it any more than I had.
If I did, I’d break down on the street in the middle of the damn town and cry my eyes out.
I was tired of people seeing me cry.
“He is a bad person, Georgina.”
I winced at the use of the name that I hated.
The name that I shared with the woman I hated most in this world.
You’re not good enough to share my name. Lorena will do.
Georgina Lorena Cain.
Georgina, after my mother. Lorena, after my father’s mother.
Those nasty words that my mother had said to me a few days before she’d gone back to California for movie deals and better shopping.
