Things We Never Said (Hart's Boardwalk 3)

Honestly, I was trying hard not to be angry at Dillon too but I felt like she’d stolen something from me. And this wasn’t like when we borrowed crap like makeup or jewelry that we’d told each other was off limits. This was like she’d punched a hole in my goddamn chest and ripped out a piece of me.

I didn’t want to resent my sister.

“Hey, you made it!” Dillon cried happily.

I jerked in my seat as I followed her gaze.

Just like that, my heart thudded in my chest as I looked up at Michael standing by the table. What the hell was he doing here?

Our eyes met as Dillon got out of the booth. She broke our connection by pulling his face down to hers for a kiss, and I looked away.

Dillon wasn’t to blame. Rationally I knew that. She had no idea how I felt about Michael. Had she? I personally thought we’d been a little obvious about it, but apparently, I was wrong.

As for Michael, although I’d never said the words out loud, he knew I had feelings for him.

He goddamn knew.

The Michael I’d known would never have hurt me like this. I thought that he’d felt the same but if he could date Dillon, if we were interchangeable, then that bastard had never felt about me the way I felt about him. Which meant the months of longing and agonizing over not being able to be with him was a waste of my emotions.

Dillon released him from her lip-lock and they slid onto the bench opposite me where I was forced to look at them. With Michael, I kind of looked in the direction of his face but refused to meet his gaze.

“How have you been?” he asked.

Screw you!

“Fine.” I shrugged, staring at the menu. “Are we ordering food or …?”

“I could eat some fries,” Dillon answered.

“I, uh … Dahlia …” Michael leaned across the table.

I ignored him. “Do you want to share chili fries?”

“Dahlia, look at me.”

Tension fell over the table, and I was so scared that Dillon would figure everything out.

“You’ve been ignoring my calls.”

What are you doing? Putting that out there right in front of my sister?

I scrambled for a reason other than that I was in love with him, and he’d broken my heart by agreeing to date Dillon. Then it hit me. I glared at him. “Did you know?”

Uneasiness flickered in his expression. “Did I know what?”

“Did you know Gary was cheating on me?”

“You know what?” Dillon abruptly slid out of the booth. “I forgot I have a client tomorrow who wants this complicated nail design that I need to practice, so I’m gonna go.” She leaned down to peck Michael on the lips and then scooted out of there before I could scream after her that she was my ride.

My freaking car was in the garage!

“I didn’t know,” Michael replied. “Dahlia, of course, I didn’t know.”

I turned around from where I’d been staring in horror watching my sister flee because she thought she was doing a good thing, givin

g me and Michael, who she considered just one of my pals, time to iron out our Gary issues.

Everything I felt for him, all the betrayal, I knew it was on my face when I turned around because he flinched.