“He’s never going to eat the whole thing.” I look at Justin, who shrugs.

“He can have it for a snack later,” he says, and I climb up into the vehicle.

“What’s going on right now?” I whisper as I watch Justin walk around the front and get in.

“We are going to get pizza and spaghetti,” Dylan says from the back, and Justin looks over his shoulder.

“What did you say?” he asks, starting the SUV and putting his seat belt on.

“Mom was asking what is going on,” he says, and Justin looks over at me. “Mom, I got new stuff.” I look at Justin, who slips on his shades and makes his way out of the neighborhood and onto the highway.

“You didn’t have to do that,” I say softly, and he looks over at me.

“I know I didn’t, but I wanted to,” he says, and I just nod at him and look out the window.

I watch the city come into view, and when he turns down one of the richest streets in the city, all I can do is look at the skyscrapers. All of them are so tall, and the sun reflects off them, making them look like mirrors. He slows down when he gets to the tallest building and then pulls into the underground parking area. I look at Justin. “The restaurant is right across the street.” I open the door, and he gets out, and Dylan is already getting out of his seat.

Justin walks a little ahead of us, and Dylan holds my hand while we follow him. I spot a sign that says for residents only, and I stop walking. “You can’t park here,” I say, pointing at the sign.

“I’m pretty sure I can since I live here,” he says, and at that moment, I’m reminded of how so very different we are.

Chapter Fifteen

Justin

I see her face change when I say I live here as she looks down at her clothes and then looks up at me again. “Let’s go,” I say, walking back to her and putting my hand around her shoulders. I let my arm hang lightly even though I want to pull her into me.

“You live here?” Dylan says, smiling when we walk to the elevator, and I press the up button.

“I do,” I say, and I’m praying like fuck that the elevator gets there before she bolts. I watch her every move as she tries not to make eye contact with me, and she looks around and sees all the brand-new cars. Thank fuck I didn’t tell her that the four cars I parked next to are mine. The ding of the elevator makes her look forward, and I’m not sure this is better.