Lydia’s P.O.V:

“I guess I own you an apology?” Derek told me as he flipped a hamburger on the large charcoal grill. “And definitely a thank you.”

“I’m hearing neither.” I handed him the couple slices of American cheese that I had just unwrapped. “Let the past stay in the past and never be brought up again.”

“Wow.” He raised his eyebrows at me with a smirk on his face. “You’re in a good mood today.”

I turned towards the basketball court ...