Chapters (37)
- Beautiful Burn
- Also by Jamie McGuire
- Beautiful Burn by Jamie McGuire
- Copyright © 2016 by Jamie McGuire
- Dedication
- Contents
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
“Fin … you’ve been drinking,” I said, making great effort not to make eye contact with Sterling.
“A bit of celebratory champagne,” she said, holding out her left hand. A large diamond sparkled on her ring finger.
I grabbed her fingers and pulled them closer, and then I narrowed my eyes at Sterling. He shook his head, begging me not to make a scene.
“We’re getting married!” Finley squealed.
“I don’t understand,” I said. “You’re not even dating? You haven’t since college.”
Finley’s smile faded, and she pulled her hand from my grasp, returning to her reserved self. “Sterling and I have known each other for a long time, Ellison. Daddy and Mother are extremely pleased. I thought you would be, too.”
“Maybe if this made any sense,” I said, still glaring at Sterling.
“You haven’t talked to me in a long time, Ellie. Sterling and I have become quite close and…”
“Hey!” Paige said, bringing me a fresh cup. I chugged it, handing it back to her.
“Baby,” Tyler warned.
“Thank you, Paige,” I said, wiping my mouth.
I touched my sister’s arm. “Finley, there’s something you need to know, first.”
“Fin, we should go. This clearly isn’t a good time for Ellison,” Sterling said.
“What does that matter?” Tyler seethed. “Not like it made a difference before. Don’t you have any pills for that?”
Sterling cleared his throat. “Let’s go, sweetheart.”
“This is Finley?” Paige said, pawing at Finley’s expensive dress. “Oh, yeah! I remember you! From the bar! You were trying to fuck Tyler!”
Paige’s sudden interest in the situation made me nervous.
“I most certainly was not,” Finley said, smoothing her hair. “You must have me confused with someone else.”
“No, no, it was you. You and your Latin lover gave us a ride home that ni—oh my God!” She grabbed Finley’s hand and examined her ring. “What is this? Are you engaged?”
“Yes,” Finley said, pulling back her hand.
“To this guy?” Paige pointed, unimpressed. “Isn’t this the guy you were trying to get rid of at the bar?”
“No,” Finley said, blinking. She wasn’t used to being in such an uncomfortable situation.
“Paige,” I said.