Once in a Lifetime(79)



“Well, I would,” Jack returned. “Except I’m bad at that.”

Luke pulled out his phone and started thumbing through his contacts.

Ben caved. Not because he was afraid of Sawyer but because he didn’t have time to be arrested tonight. “Aubrey told Hannah we’d slept together,” he said. “That’s why Hannah dumped me. Aubrey lied to her and cost me two years with Hannah.”

Two years that Hannah deserved…Ben didn’t give a shit about himself. But Hannah. She was dead and gone, and she didn’t have a voice.

That just about killed him dead and gone, too.

Jack, staring at Ben, dropped the teasing note in his voice. “Well, hell.”

“Yeah.”

“Wait,” Jack said, putting his hand on Ben’s shoulder as he turned to leave. “Wait. Are you telling me that Hannah believed her? And that she never brought it up to you? Ever?”

“So?”

“So?” Jack said. “Don’t you have to ask why? Or put some of the blame on her?”

“She’s dead,” Ben said flatly.

“Yeah,” Jack said. “And that sucks. Sucks hard. But think about this, Ben. So Aubrey was a bitch in high school. We were dicks. For that matter, Hannah was no angel, either. Whatever. It’s old history. Don’t let that be an excuse to—”

“If you say not be happy, I swear to God—”

“—not be happy,” Jack said, the dare in his eyes.

It was an arrow to the chest, because it was the cold, hard truth. He’d done exactly what Jack had said, and he planned to continue onward, thank you very much.

“Okay.” Luke stood up. “Look, I should knock both of you knuckleheads into next week myself, but I’d rather go home and be with Ali.”

“Tell him he’s being stupid, Luke,” Jack said, not taking his eyes off Ben. “Maybe he’ll listen to the voice of reason.”

“I’m not telling him shit,” Luke said, and met Ben’s gaze, too. “Because he already knows he’s being stupid.”

Ben shook his head and walked out of the bar, the questions floating in his head. Why had Aubrey done it? Why had she lied to Hannah?

And even more than that, why had Hannah believed her? Why would Hannah buy into the story that he’d cheated on her so readily?

Because she’d been eighteen. Young and foolish, like him. Of course she’d believed it. This was Lucky Harbor, where gossip was gospel.

And then there was the baseline truth: He’d fully and freely enjoyed the freedom that the two-year breakup had afforded him.

He was going to have to live with that.

He drove for a good thirty minutes before he ended up parking in the alley behind the bookstore. “You are so f*cked up,” he murmured to himself, and took the stairs to Aubrey’s place.

He was only here to make sure she knew about the pictures. He may not have forgiven her, but he didn’t want her to be blindsided. That was all. He stared at Aubrey’s door for a very long moment before he knocked.





Chapter 27



Aubrey opened her door to Ben and felt the shock reverberate through her. She’d wanted, desperately, to talk to him, to get the chance to explain. There was so much left to say, like how badly she’d felt all these years, and how she’d never meant for them to get into a relationship without telling him the truth, that it’d just happened…

God, it had truly happened. She’d fallen for him, hard.

And she’d blown it, just as hard. He hadn’t called or been to the store.

But now here he stood on her doorstep, wearing jeans, scuffed work boots, a gray henley, and an open down jacket, hood up against the rain. Given that she could see only part of his face, and that the part she could see was an unshaved jaw, she shouldn’t have felt weak in the knees, but she did. She nearly threw herself at him in relief, but before she could move, he said, “Do you know about the pictures?”

She blinked and began to realize that this visit might not be what she hoped. “You know about them?”

A muscle ticked in his jaw. “Yeah.”

Oh, God. “You read Ted’s book?”

“No. But I heard about them and—”

“Heard about them, or saw them?” she asked tightly.

“Saw them.”

Damn it. She drew a shuddery breath and tried to figure out what the silver lining might be, but really, there was none. “Do you think a lot of people in town know?” She closed her eyes. “Never mind. This is Lucky Harbor, right? Everyone knows by now. I can’t even imagine what they think.”



“They think you’re hot as hell, that’s what they think,” he said. “At least the red-blooded males do.”

“The pictures are old,” she said. “Nearly a decade old. And in some of them I’m in a mask. Maybe people won’t recognize me…” Her words faded away at the look on his face.

“You’re pretty recognizable, Sunshine.”

“I was young,” she said softly. “And it was an okay job as far as modeling gigs went. I didn’t have to sleep with the photographer, and I made enough money to pay for college.”

“Aubrey,” he said, and let out a long breath. “I’m not judging you. At all. You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of. Nothing,” he repeated, voice like steel, making her eyes sting. “I just wanted to make sure you knew they were out so that you weren’t blindsided by them.”

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