Chapter 11

Tatum

"Last winter, when I got my hair done before Christmas, I did it for Remy." I start my story from the beginning. Glancing down at my soup, I play with it before I drop my spoon and give myself over to the memories. "I wanted him to look at me like an adult. On my birthday, I cornered him and kissed him, the way I always wanted to."

Charity chuckles. "Poor Remy, I bet he didn't know what hit him."

"No," Mandy interjects. "Pretty sure he knew he got hit by Tornado Tatum, who's never heard no for an answer." She cuts her eyes over at me. "Am I about right?"

"It wasn't the fact I've never heard no before, Amanda." My voice is sharper than I mean for it to be. "He called me a brat too, but that's not even what this is about." I play with the spoon again, refusing to meet their eyes. "It was about my heart skipping a beat every time I saw him, how his voice warmed my stomach, how my day was better when I saw him."

Charity makes a noise. "Tatum, do you love Remy? Because that