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the bartender seemed to notice Melissa and started to move their direction. “You really should be careful. I’ve heard the penalties for underage drinking can be pretty steep.” Melissa smirked at the blonde before quickly placing her order with the distracted bartender who went to fulfill it.
December 21, 2024 at 4:40 AM
who was younger than even Spencer, appearing to be around 17 or 18. Which meant her trip to this bar likely warranted a fake ID. The plastic Hastings smile formed once more on her lips, and Melissa chuckled as if the stranger had shared a humorous remark. “No, you didn’t. My mistake.” At last, —
December 21, 2024 at 4:40 AM
Boredom reverberated in every syllable of the retort, and the friendly smile Melissa could so easily summon faltered in her surprise. Maybe her bar culture skills were a little dusty, but the blatant dismissal in her casual overture felt a little unwarranted. Melissa studied the woman beside her —
December 21, 2024 at 4:40 AM
that Spencer wouldn’t hear the sincerity in her offer?
December 21, 2024 at 4:33 AM
more took in evidence of fatigue or perhaps stress etched in her sister’s face—puffiness under the eyes, a drawn look to her expression. “Is that why you’re eager to leave town with me? If this is really serious, you can’t keep it to yourself. You need help.” Was their relationship so fractured —
December 21, 2024 at 4:33 AM
on her sister. Just as she was going to issue a retort about Spencer and her boundless curiosity, the subject of traveling together came up, and Melissa seized on her worry that vital information was being concealed.

“Spencer, are you…in some kind of trouble?” Melissa inclined her head and once —
December 21, 2024 at 4:33 AM
same time, the Hastings were a secretive bunch, beginning with their father and his many dalliances resulting in unclaimed children. The mere thought of that history set Melissa’s teeth on edge, so she suppressed every thought of Jason and the Hastings patriarch and instead trained her attention —
December 21, 2024 at 4:33 AM
Willingly spending time with her sister set off an alarm bell within Melissa who continued to regard Spencer with a mixture of suspicion and growing concern. Maybe it was the Hastings intellect, but their family had a tendency to keep pursuing when it might be best to temper that behavior. At the —
December 21, 2024 at 4:33 AM
my element.” A chuckle followed the remark before Melissa added an introduction. “Where are my manners?! I’m Melissa.”
December 20, 2024 at 6:46 PM
outside. That’s how Melissa ended up searching for a seat at the bar, taking up one of the stools beside a stylish blonde. The bartender didn’t notice the new arrival, so Melissa had time to scan the liquor lined shelves before turning to the woman on the neighboring stool. “I’m a little out of —
December 20, 2024 at 6:46 PM
out before fully composing herself into a more suitable state for a Hastings. “I’m sorry. I guess I wasn’t paying attention.” She shot the petite woman a rueful, apologetic look. “I didn’t know you were back in Rosewood.”
December 20, 2024 at 2:33 AM
reaction. “Spencer, when you say it’s starting again, do you mean the threatening messages?”
December 19, 2024 at 11:03 PM
attempts to discover information about her travels. It took another few moments of studying Spencer and noticing her jumpy reaction to a likely innocuous text message to put two and two together. Concern seeped into her voice, and she leaned forward, carefully scrutinizing her sister’s face for a —
December 19, 2024 at 11:03 PM
from a plan, but from time to time, she’d been known to be a little spontaneous. “Why so curious about my trip, Spencer?” Melissa shot her a challenging look over the rim of her glass. Spencer’s remark about something happening again hadn’t immediately registered amidst her sister’s transparent —
December 19, 2024 at 11:03 PM
for a position she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted. Coming across a mesmerizing stranger wasn’t in her original plan for the trip, nor was the trip to Mystic Falls, Virginia, a small town she’d never even heard of before said stranger encouraged her to visit. How very unlike Melissa to deviate —
December 19, 2024 at 11:03 PM
“It’s over there.” Melissa gestured vaguely to an unoccupied corner of the living room where her small rolling luggage bag and matching shoulder bag remained until she was ready to collect them. The pair sported Dulles airport tags because of her initial reason to venture south—a job interview —
December 19, 2024 at 11:03 PM
I’m so happy to find writing partners from the past here! 💕 What a lovely surprise!
December 17, 2024 at 9:10 PM
you, work keeping you busy, or is that fatigue more of the social variety?" Her brow arched with the question.
December 17, 2024 at 9:08 PM
loathe to part with her favorite timepiece. Once more, she resumed her inspection of Spencer before taking another lazy sip of wine. “Where was I?” She chuckled at the presumptuous nature of Spencer’s question. “Taking a much needed long weekend to explore a little of that Southern charm. And —
December 17, 2024 at 9:08 PM
friend over drinks. “As for me, do I need an excuse for a glass of wine?” Rotating her left wrist just enough that she could glance at her watch, confirming it was well after 5:00 p.m. The watch with its delicate silver band remained a tasteful symbol of a failed relationship, but Melissa was —
December 17, 2024 at 9:08 PM