Hesitantly, I reached out and took Masyn's hand. It was cold and clammy from clutching the beer bottle. "Masyn..." My heart threatened to pound out of my chest, and I couldn't get enough air. "It's not Peyton that I'm in love with."
"I should have known better." She made a feeble attempt to sit upright without letting me finish what I wanted to say. "I knew when Beau called off the wedding everything would get messed up. He's home. Petyon's here. And my best friend is falling in love."
Sober Lee didn't understand drunk Masyn. "What are you talking about?"
"Peyton. She's got both of you at her fingertips, and both of you want her."
"I don't want her."
"Beau does."
"So what if he does?"
"One of the Holstein girls is going to take him away."
"From you?" I asked, unsure of where she wa
