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  Table of Contents

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Epilogue

  About the Author

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

  Copyright © 2018 by Jen McLaughlin. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.

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  ISBN 978-1-64063-484-8

  Manufactured in the United States of America

  First Edition March 2018

  This one is for my kids. I will do anything for you, and I hope by the time you grow up and (maybe) read this, you’ll see just how far a mom’s love goes.

  Chapter One

  Taylor

  For the first time in I don’t know how many years, I was hunting down Chase Maxwell. When we were kids, we played hide and seek in his mansion, and now I was trying to locate his freaking dorm room. Well, guess what? I had to find Chase, whether he was ready or not.

  I’d secretly watched him in Statistics class today, and then again in Business Management. Not in a creepy stalker way or anything. I’d been trying to figure out how best to approach him, that was all.

  At least, I thought it’d been Chase I was watching during that time. He looked like him. Held himself in the same way. But he didn’t act like him at all. He’d just sat there, tapping his fingers on the table in front of him, not talking to anyone. And even weirder? No one had talked to him. People had always flocked to his side, unable to resist the charm that he so easily exuded. It had been that way since we were kids, but something had obviously changed.

  He hadn’t taken notes today, or listened to the professor. If I hadn’t seen him breathing, I might have thought he was a freaking statue.

  I wasn’t sure what to make of that…or of him.

  But I had a job to do, so it was time to start figuring it all out.

  I smoothed my hair and knocked on the door. I wasn’t even sure if he was there, since it was only seven at night, but I had to try anyway. In the past, I would have checked the nearest gym or football field, since he used to always spend his free time there.

  But last I heard…those days were gone.

  He’d changed so much. Would he see how much I’d changed, too? Had I changed that much? I’d grown boobs. Grown out my hair. Lost the acne and braces.

  Besides that…I think I was pretty much the same old Taylor.

  Boring, bookworm Taylor.

  When he’d asked me to come here, Mr. Maxwell, his dad, warned me that Chase wasn’t himself, but he’d left out just how much of a mess he was.

  Not that knowing the full truth would have changed my mind about coming. When a girl like me got an offer that would let me attend Villanova without paying a penny, well, she didn’t say no. I hadn’t really cared about anything else except getting to finish off the next three years of my college education at a top school for free. And all I had to do to get it was make sure his spoiled rich-boy son passed his classes?

  Challenge. Accepted.

  “Chase? It’s me.” I paused. He probably didn’t recognize my voice. Heck, he probably didn’t even know who I was anymore. It had been years since we’d said anything besides pleasantries as we passed in the hallways of his mansion. “It’s Taylor Selmer. I don’t know if you remember me or not, but my parents work at your house. My mom’s the chef, and my dad is, uh, the butler. We used to be friends before…well, before.”

  There. That should cover all my bases.

  I thought I heard a shuffling noise from inside, but he didn’t answer. I stood there awkwardly, shifting my weight on my feet. Should I try the knob? Or maybe I should just walk away. Try again tomorrow with a fresh mind and a good night’s sleep. My stomach rumbled, and I pressed a hand to it.

  I hadn’t eaten yet, and the cafeteria closed in thirty minutes.

  If I didn’t get there soon, I’d be going to bed hungrier than Harry Potter had been when the Dursleys had locked him in his room for days.

  I hesitated. “Hey, are you hungry?” I rested my hand on the wall. Was I talking to an empty room in there? “I’m starving.”

  My stomach growled again in agreement.

  I flushed and checked to see if anyone heard. Luckily, I flew under everyone’s radar…like usual. Turning back, I frowned. There wasn’t any light shining from under the door. I should give up and walk away, but some deeply hidden, instinctive awareness told me he was inside, and I was too stubborn to admit defeat. It was one of my biggest faults, according to my mother. “Want to go eat with me? We could catch up. Talk about the good old days back when we were friends, and you didn’t leave me waiting in hallways all night long…”

  Nothing. Not even a scornful laugh.

  Footsteps came up behind me. I turned around, half expecting to see Chase, or maybe his roommate…if he had one. It was some dude I’d never seen before.

  When he stopped behind me, staring at me like I was some sort of ghost, I pointed to the door. “Hey. Is this your room, too?”

  The brown-haired guy snorted. He was cute, if you were into the ridiculous boyish charm that guys like him possessed. I wasn’t. I read too many books to fall for that good-boy trap, thank you very much. “Uh, no.”

  “Okay.” I turned back to the door and knocked again. “Open the door,” I called out. “I know you’re in there.”

  The dude who I’d already dismissed walked even closer to me. “You realize you’re outside of Chase Maxwell’s room, right?”

  Rolling my eyes, I faced him again, resting my weight on the door. “No, really? I had no idea.”

  Yep, there was my other fault. My sarcasm and dry humor. Luckily (or unluckily?) for me, he didn’t seem to notice my statement wasn’t sincere. “He’s a freak. Everyone thinks his brain got beat to shit during the accident, so that’s why he doesn’t talk anymore. You can keep knocking, but he isn’t going to answer.”

  He didn’t talk at all? That couldn’t be right. I frowned at the asshat who’d insulted Chase behind his back and turned away. Anyone who said crap behind someone else’s back was a waste of time in my book. “He’s not a f
reak. Actually, there’s no such thing as freaks. We’re all different from each other.”

  “Yeah, if you say so.” He laughed, looking me up and down. “But, hey, I’ll go to dinner with you, if you’d like. I’ll be better company than him.”

  I rolled my eyes at the lame come-on and turned to face him with every intention of saying “thanks but no thanks.” Leaning on the door, I smiled and prepared myself to deliver a scathing rejection with a side of sarcasm…my favorite kind. “Actually, I’ll—ah!”

  The door opened…making me fall backward into Chase’s pitch-black room. When I landed against something hard and naked, arms closed around me without hesitation. A palm brushed my right breast, sending a wave of awareness shooting through me. I tried not to think about that, though.

  Guys were nothing but trouble.

  I had bigger plans than falling for a smooth talker with bright eyes and a fake smile who would do nothing but distract me. Once I managed to regain my balance, I spun on my heel and looked at him. The room behind him was dark, but the hallway illuminated his hotness. And once it did? I wished I hadn’t looked at all.

  He stood in the doorway, looking completely unfazed by the fact that he’d basically just felt me up, and glowered at the guy in the hallway. He was shirtless, and wearing nothing but a pair of black sweats. His chest was hard and chiseled, and his abs…yeah. I wasn’t gonna touch upon those for the sake of my own sanity.

  Waxing poetic over his abs wasn’t part of my job description.

  “Uh, hey…” the guy in the hallway said, trailing off after a feeble attempt at pretending he hadn’t been talking crap about him moments before.

  Chase’s green eyes met mine before focusing on the guy in the hall again. His sharp cheekbones were the same as I remembered, and so was his short brown hair. He used to have dimples in his cheeks when he smiled, which had softened the harsh lines of his face and given him a softer appeal, but I had no idea if they still existed since he hadn’t smiled at me yet. Or…at anyone all day. Had he forgotten how?

  He said nothing. Just stared the other guy down.

  Even I had to admit his stony silence was impressive. Of course, he kind of reminded me of his dad right now, something he probably wouldn’t like.

  Or would he? I had no clue.

  “I didn’t mean to…” The guy backed up, his face pale, and looked back at me. “She a friend of yours?”

  Chase didn’t answer him. He just motioned me inside, his jaw ticking ever so slightly. When I didn’t move fast enough, he shot me a look with those gorgeous eyes of his, and I jumped slightly. “Um. Yes, I am.” I swallowed hard and inched past him, making sure I didn’t brush against his bare chest in the process.

  Chase slammed the door behind me. I blinked across the inky blackness of the room, my heart hammering away in my ears. He’d been sitting here in the dark this early in the night? Had he been napping before hitting the books? I’d learned college kids napped more than one year olds—and much more enthusiastically.

  “Do you have something against lights?” I asked, forcing a little laugh at the end.

  Dead silence met my joke. In all fairness, it was a pretty lame attempt. For a second I wondered if he was even in the room with me, but I heard him breathe. I turned my head, trying to figure out where he was. To my left, maybe.

  “Okay. No lights, then. That’s fine. It’s cool. I’m not scared of the dark.” I paused. “Were you taking a power nap? I could use one. I got an hour of sleep last night.”

  Still nothing.

  I sensed him there, right next to me. He wasn’t touching me, but I swore he was thinking about it or something. That makes no sense, Taylor. I shivered, anxious and excited, all at the same time. “I don’t know if you remember me, but I’m—”

  Without warning, Chase moved close enough for me to feel his heat. I backed against the wall until I couldn’t back up anymore. It wasn’t that he scared me. He didn’t. I just…

  I just backed up, okay?

  “You’re Taylor Selmer. Of course, I remember you. Why are you in my room?”

  I blinked at the sound of his raspy voice. He sounded so different than I remembered. So much sexier. “I-I’m here to help you.”

  “Why? What makes you think I need or want help from you?”

  “I know you need help,” I argued.

  After all, I’d heard all about the car accident that had altered his world. I figured he’d be different, but I hadn’t realized how different he’d be. They’d said on the news that he’d been racing his friend Joey home from a frat party.

  They’d wrecked. He had walked away. Joey hadn’t.

  Except…

  That didn’t sound like something Chase would do.

  Cocky? Yep.

  Rude at times? Definitely.

  He wasn’t stupid. He’d never been stupid. Not when I’d known him. He’d had so many dreams and ambitions. He wouldn’t have risked it all for a drag race.

  But maybe I just didn’t know him anymore.

  “Ah, so you heard all about it, huh?” He didn’t elaborate on that statement. He didn’t need to. We both were aware what he meant. I wished the lights were on so I could see his freaking face. “I’m a killer, you know.”

  I wasn’t sure what to say.

  “So, knowing that, why do you care if I need help or not?”

  “I have no clue what happened. I’ve only heard rumors.”

  He snorted. “Isn’t that the same thing?”

  “No.” I swallowed and pressed against the cool wall even harder. It felt good against my heated skin. “But screwing up doesn’t automatically make you a bad person. It makes you human. Don’t we all do that sometimes?”

  He snorted. “Yeah, but my screw up was bigger than most.”

  “If you broke the law, you’d be in jail.”

  A short laugh that wasn’t a laugh at all. “How naive of you.”

  I took a page out of his book again and said nothing.

  “Why are you here? Do you feel sorry for me or something?”

  I laughed at that. I couldn’t help it. Who in their right mind would ever feel bad for a guy like Chase Maxwell, who literally had the world at his fingertips? “As if.”

  “Or—” He broke off, his entire body giving off a frustrated vibe despite the darkness. “Or maybe you just think that I’m not as bad as they say I am. That I can be saved if you just try to show me I’m not alone. That’s it, isn’t it? You’ve got a savior’s complex.”

  I shook my head. “No. Of course not.”

  “Maybe you think you’re the only one who can save me.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Puh-lease. I don’t place that much stock in my hold over you. It’s been years since we even talked.”

  “Then why are you here?”

  “I’m new here.” I shrugged. “I don’t know anyone else here besides you. So. Um. Yeah. Here I am.” That was the truth. I didn’t have a single friend on campus.

  “I feel bad for you if I’m your only hope at a friend.”

  I shrugged. “Don’t bother. Feeling bad for people is a waste of energy.”

  “If you say so. Where’d that harder side of you come from?”

  I snorted. “Life. I grew up a lot since we last spoke. Learned a lot of hard life lessons.” Like to never forget that guys like Chase weren’t for girls like me.

  “Doubtful,” he said, his tone cocky. “You might be six years older now, but you hardly grew up. You’re still a baby.”

  There it went again. That eye roll at his ludicrous statements. “And you’re so much wiser than me as a twenty-two-year-old?”

  “Pretty much. I’ve seen a hell of a lot more of the world than you ever will. So, what do you want from me, Mousey?”

  I closed my eyes at the nickname, a warmth taking over my heart and spreading outward. He’d called me that back when we were young, and I was quiet and shy. I’d loved it. Apparently, I still did. “You remember that?”

  �
�I’m the one who made it up. As a matter of fact, I remember everything about you.”

  He remembered me. My stomach twisted into a hot coil of desire. “Bullshit.”

  Stop it. You are not attracted to him.

  “You know, you used to smell like vanilla, and you still do. You liked chocolate ice cream with rainbow sprinkles and hot fudge. And you think strawberry ice cream is the stuff of the devil, even though it’s my favorite.” He paused. “And I remember that one day, you stopped talking to me for no reason.”

  I forced a small laugh. “Let’s not be dramatic, now. We still talked.”

  “But we weren’t friends anymore.”

  True. We never should have been, anyway. Rich kids and servant’s kids didn’t mix, no matter what age they were. “From what I saw, you ran off with your rich friends and forgot all about me quickly enough, so it couldn’t have been all that tragic for you.”

  “I…” He trailed off and shrugged. “Yeah.”

  I bit down on my tongue. “I know. I was there.”

  “But you’re avoiding my question.”

  I lifted my chin. “Which was…?”

  “Why you knocked on my door? And while we’re at it, do you even go here?”

  “Yes. I—”

  He made an impatient sound. “Since when? I’ve never seen you here before. Last I heard, you were doing community college.”

  “I was. But now I go here.” I gritted my teeth. He was barely letting me get a word in. Obviously the rumors about him not talking to anyone were false. “I was in class with you earlier today.”

  He tensed. “I didn’t see you. Which one?”

  “Both.”

  I sensed instead of saw him shake his head. “But you’re a sophomore.”

  “Yeah. A smart one.” I lifted my chin. “I’m in all of your classes. And about that? I—”

  He once again cut me off. “You’re here, in my room, after years of nothing. Going to the same school as me. In the same classes as me. Why?”

  Two could play the question game, if he refused to let me answer them in the first place. “Why didn’t you take a pen or a computer to class with you?”

  He made an impatient sound. “Why would I?”

  “To take notes, and keep up with the class.”