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me with him. He’s my fiancé for crying out loud. Yes, he has his moments and we have our arguments but that’s normal right? I just don’t know what to do anymore, how did I get in such a funk?
     
    Her bowl clanks against the coffee table and she practically pries mine away forcing me to look at her. “No ma’am. This shit isn’t cutting it. What’s going on? And do not lie to me.”
     
    Shit, how does she do this? She knows everything and it’s pretty annoying. “Nothing.” I lie through my teeth but she doesn’t buy it at all.
     
    “Hope, I’m not kidding. What is wrong?”
     
    “I love him Amber, I really do. But…” She’s studying my expression right now and all I want to do is cry. This blows. “But I’m not sure we’re on the same page anymore.”
     
    “What do you mean?” She asked cautiously.
     
    “It’s just he’s getting snappier. He doesn’t respect my boundaries about holding off until we’re married. He practically bribed me to fool around and I caved. That was the only way he’d say yes to the rodeo. He didn’t give a shit about what a big deal this is to me, he was selfish.” Her eyes look like they are about to bug out of her head and steam is rolling out her ears the more I go on. “In the middle of you know, sex, his phone went off and he just got up to answer the text then said he was going to the gym. Then he said ‘oh you can go.’ What the fuck is that?”
     
    “Get up.” Practically yanking my arm granted her wish as I now stood in front of her. “Fuck him. He’s my cousin but no, this isn’t happening. We’re going out tonight.”
     
    “But….” I try to interject. This isn’t right. Two wrongs don’t make a right so I have to tell her no.
     
    “But nothing. I’ll handle him. Matter of fact I’m texting him right now. “Go get dressed, if he can leave, so can you. Plus Karlee would bust your ass for crying over him.”
     
    “I’m not crying Amber.”
     
    “Exactly and you won’t have a chance thanks to me. Who knows what kind of boo-hooing you’d be doing by the time you finished that bowl of ice cream?”
     
    She has a very valid point and I hate that. I also hate that I just spilled my worst fears to my best friend.  I hate it even more that she keeps bringing up Karlee but she’s right. Karlee wouldn’t have stood for her baby sister to get treated like this by a guy. She’d also be helping Amber drag my ass out of the house and have fun. Brad will be here when I get home and then we can talk.

 
    Chapter 2
     
    Getting ready wasn’t too bad. My favorite pair of skinny jeans hung low on my hips and my black silk top hugged me everywhere it should. Thank you shopping trip I thought I deserved last week! To top it off, my red peep-toe heels. Amber dug around in my closet until she settled on one of my dresses. A short little number that no doubt will have every man at the bar dying to talk to her.
     
    She thrust her phone in my hand to show me the conversation she’d had with Brad.
     
    Amber: I’m glad Hope is coming with me to the rodeo! This will be good for her. Oh, I’m stealing her to come out tonight. Thanks cousin!
     
    Brad: No prob. Have fun; stay out as long as you want. Be safe.
     
    Have fun? Stay out long as you want? Who is this and where is my Brad? I checked my phone to find nothing. No text saying, love you or anything. That feeling in my stomach is back but I push it aside knowing if I’m pouting Amber will have my head on a platter.
     
    The mere thought of riding in a car after the accident was torture for me. I couldn’t sit in any vehicle without hyperventilating. I trusted Karlee with my life that night and that trust was betrayed when she fell asleep behind the wheel. Amber is a very safe driver and two years later I still have to give myself a pep talk to ride with someone. Not every car ride is going to be like that, I have to be ok. I draw in a few deep breaths before calming myself.
     
    Amber