" Well, Hell has done froze slap over. Sawyer Vincent is walking into a bar.” My mama’s voice carried loud and clear over the empty room. I put the beer down that I’d been nursing since walking in there five minutes before. Ashton was nowhere to be found, so I had come here hoping she was looking for me, too.
“I’m not here for a social visit, Aunt Honey. I came to see my backstabbing, lying SOB of a cousin.”
Mama let out a low whistle and shook her head. “I shoulda known better than to believe you knew all about Beau and Ashton galavanting around town together.”
“Shut up, Mom,” I said without glancing her way. I kept my eyes on Sawyer. The hatred in his eyes wasn’t something I’d ever imagined seeing directed my way. Even though I knew I deserved it, I still had a hard time swallowing it. His hair was tucked behind his ears and his teeth were so tightly clenched I could see his jaw tick.
“Is she here?” Sawyer asked, scanning the empty bar. He’d thought she would come to me too.
“No.”
“Where is she?”
“I don’t know.”
Sawyer stalked toward me. God, I didn’t want to hit him. I just wanted Ash. The real Ash. The one he didn’t know. The one he’d never be able to love. "

― Abbi Glines , The Vincent Boys (The Vincent Boys, #1)