The Homecoming Queen and the Home-Wrecker

he air. I stood there for a long time, the man's words echoing in

tered. It was his sanctuary, filled with law books from his family's legacy and framed photos of him w

d. Not a copy, the original. Wesley Scott and Gabrie

ire property. It was the kind of legal arrangement you m

all tainted. Every time he'd told me to wait, every time he'd kept me from a family event, every excuse now cli

I went to

ose absurdly expensive places in downtown Austin where the waiters whisper. Gabrielle's

th wide, doe-like eyes that made everyone want to protect

em weird, the condo and all, but Wesley is just

master of

st s

nner, the toasts

e! It's so good to see

le, finally back

de her, his arm draped casually over the back of her ch

one and discreetly

, a loud, boorish man name

sake! Give us a little kiss! Sho

, innocent eyes. Wesley, ever the politician playing to his audience, leaned in and gave h

my phone cap

The table was quiet now, everyone looking a

a calm, se

my voice carrying clearly in the s

cade shattered, her eyes widening in genuine surprise. Wesley's face

, his fingers dig

oing?" he hissed, pulling me to my f