Chapter 23Now I’ve done it. I f****d up again. Derek is out there driving his bike in the goddamn rain and it’s my fault. Why did I have to bring up Davie? Why? What the f**k is wrong with me?
Oh, man, I think I really pushed him over the edge tonight. But nothing I ever do or say is ever enough for him. Ever since we moved here, a year ago, in this haunted house, nothing has been the same between us.
Tonight, we were having a pretty good evening, finishing dinner and all, when for some reason, he turned on me. “What do you mean, you wanna re-open Split?” he asked, his green eyes darkening. “How long have you been thinking about this?”
I fiddled with my napkin, feeling the heat and tension between us. “I don’t know. A while.”
“Nick?” He c****d his head, scowling. “Is that what’s been k
