Tia Williams

Genevieve was a child. She hadn’t even lived yet. Why did she get that kind of adoration, when Lizette had never experienced it? It wasn’t the order of things. It wasn’t fair.

“My mom told me. And you were young and scared and trying to be tough—and I promised you that you’d never go back. I promised. And she sent you back.” She gulped dryly. “Shane, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for everything I said yesterday. I’m sorry for blaming you for all these years. For hating you. I hated you so much.”

“I know,” he said hoarsely. “Just come inside.”

“No, listen. I hated you only because…” Eva paused. “It was because loving you wasn’t an option.”

With a groan, Shane smashed his mouth against hers, kissing her into the door.