CandleMoth Vol 2: Possibly Never: A Holy City Romance by West Pauline

Author:West, Pauline [West, Pauline]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2016-07-13T04:00:00+00:00

I stamped back to Ry, the fresh silence behind me telling me everything I needed to know...

as the realization of what I’d just done sank through me.

All those people whose well-being I’d jeopardized, just to be with Ry one more time.

Not to mention Ry’s own inheritance.

Yup, we’d flushed that too.

Because even if Double Wide hadn’t actually seen Ry in my apartment, he’d surely heard Ry’s voice. Now all he had to do was report back to Mr. Calhoun that Ry and I were together again, and the Foundation would have its carpet ripped out before sunrise.

Because Mr. Calhoun was willing to destroy people’s lives for poll ratings.

And because I couldn’t say no.

Almost without realizing it, I’d picked up my phone, was turning it back on. I was going to call Calhoun and scream in his ear the way his junkyard dog had banged into my evening. Since everything was ruined anyway- but as the lights came alive in my phone, the first message that scrolled up was the last I expected to see.

It was from Casper Graham.

“BLACKCATS is in new orleans this yr,” he said. “Let me make it up to you, Lily. two nites onstage. it’ll be fun, let’s make this right.”

I’d always wanted to go to BlackCats. Beren had even talked about buying tickets together this year.

And Casper… !

I felt a flurry of joy just seeing his name on my phone. Even if he was a dick, there was something irresistible about him.

I loved being around Casper.

I just had to be careful to not trust him. Ever.

Although I had a six digit savings account thanks to Casper’s giving me a role in his hit music video, he’d never asked if it was okay to use the footage we’d shot together. It’s hard to stay mad at a check, though. Especially when you’re scraping together dimes to buy groceries.

I rubbed my phone, thinking. I’d never needed much to survive. I could easily donate ninety percent of those earnings.

And I could make more. Casper would know a way. He was plugged in, he had industry friends, high level connections, all of that stuff.

Until that moment, it hadn’t occurred to me I could keep the foundation afloat on my own. Just because Ry’s father pulled his funding didn’t mean the whole thing had to falter.

The only thing coming to a stop, I realized with a smile, would be Calhoun’s campaign. If voters ever realized the man was star-crossing his son and threatening to desert-island kids who’d already been through hell-

I stood there grinning, dripping shower water all over the floor. My fingers hovered over my phone. YES.

“k,” I wrote.

“I’ll set it up,” Casper responded, instantly. A stream of smiley faces pooling after that.

Ry and I could be together if his father didn’t have any threats to wave over our heads. (Well, he could still pull Ry’s inheritance, but I’d think about that tomorrow.)

But. If by some chance I couldn’t scrape enough cash together- how much did it cost to run a foster center, anyway?- and Mr.

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