question.”
Dani waited.
Summer’s jaw clenched. Her nostrils flared. How could she
look pretty doing things like that?
“I-I want to know… Are you single?”
Chapter 3
Emily
Are you single?
Good lord, Emily hadn’t meant to just blurt it out like that,
but it happened, and she just had to go with it.
The woman across from her couldn’t be called pretty in any
traditional sort of way. She wasn’t the kind of person who
could put on a designer dress and be immediately transformed.
She wore her life on her face and Emily had the idea that it
hadn’t been easy for her. Not that she wasn’t attractive,
because she was. It wasn’t that she was hardened or that her
face was lined because that wasn’t true.
It was more that with long raven hair, a silk scarf twisted
into the messy waves, two arms fully tattooed, her nose
pierced twice with little winking silver studs in each nostril,
and the heavy black eyeliner and red lipstick, she looked like a
badass. It was a unique sort of beauty that was often so
underappreciated. And maybe nothing had ever happened to
her, Emily reasoned. People were entitled to their own style,
and the black clothing the woman wore—the lacey black
blouse with the blank tank underneath and the black ripped-up
skinny jeans and heels—was definitely a style preference.
Maybe it wasn’t what the woman looked like that gave the
impression she was tough. Maybe it was her eyes, which were
a stark, emerald green. They were beautiful, but they were also