Maybe her aunt and uncle didn’t know the whole messy story with her and Zach, but Tara definitely did.
Tara had seen it all play out—how she and Zach met, how they fell for each other, and how it all fell apart in the end. But after everything, it was Tara who ended up with Zach. And Tara had chosen to keep that from her.
Reese looked down. It wasn’t like she begrudged Zach for finding happiness with someone else, or resented Tara for being the one he chose. She truly wished them both well. Still, Reese couldn’t help but wonder, was she still Tara’s friend now?
She managed a tight smile. “That’s great. Your parents must be really happy you’re back.”
“Well, Reese, come home with us. Let’s all have dinner together as a family.”
Before Reese could even say no, Tara grabbed her hand and tugged her along, not giving her any chance to argue. She all but shoved Reese into the car.
The drive back was quiet. When they finally reached the familiar apartment complex, the car pulled to a stop.
Reese pushed open the door, only to hear Tara let out a startled gasp.
A loud bark shook the car windows. From behind the thick shrubs, a huge pit bull charged out, drool hanging off its teeth, staring them down.
Reese jumped back, slamming her lower back against the car door. Pain shot up her spine as she sucked in a sharp breath.
“Tara!” Zach’s voice cut through the chaos, sharper than the dog’s bark. He pulled Tara behind him and planted himself between her and the dog, ready to protect her.
The pit bull was riled up by Zach’s movement. It glared at them all. Then, following some animal instinct, it lunged straight at Reese—the one who looked the most vulnerable.
Reese’s eyes went wide as cold sweat soaked through her shirt. Her heart hammered, and for a second, she couldn’t breathe.


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