Page 59 of Don’t Fall For Your Ex-Boyfriend's Brother

Chapter 29

Millie

“Not anymore,” I say to Brock.

Tripp looks at me in disbelief. “Millie?” he questions, but I’m too sad to react.

Why is he so afraid of letting people know about us? It can’t be because of Brock, can it?

Brock doesn’t even appear too upset as he holds onto Willow’s hand.

“Just tell me one thing, Tripp. Why are you so afraid to tell your family about us?”

He glances at his mother, and then back at me. “It’s just a lot. You don’t have a family, so you wouldn’t understand.”

Ouch.That stings.

My eyes widen, tears spilling down my face. “I can’t believe you just said that to me.” I spin on my heel, and beeline it out of the room. A few people call my name as I rush out of Atta Boy’s and cross the parking lot.

“Millie, wait,” Brock says, catching up to me with Willow in tow.

I cross my arms over my chest, swiping at a few tears. “What?” I ask him.

“I like the idea of you and Tripp. I can see it.” He nods, like his approval is what’s been holding Tripp and I up. And who knows, maybe it is.

One thing I don’t see out here on this sunny day in Magnolia Ridge, is Tripp. He didn’t chase out after me to declare his love.

Does he really even love me at all?

“Well, it doesn’t matter anyway. We’re not together.”

Willow smiles, her long, curly hair blowing in the wind. “The Atwood men are sometimes idiots, and do idiotic things. Give him time.”

Brock laughs at Willow’s words. “Not all of us are idiots, but Tripp sure is. He really wrote a book?” Brock raises a brow.

I nod. “Yeah. And it’s a good one.”

Willow does a low whistle as she smiles up at Brock. “She owns a bookshop, so she would know if it’s good or not.”

I laugh, despite my tears. “It’s really really good.”

Brock eyes me with concern in his features. “Give him some time, Millie.”

I shake my head. “He hurt me today. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forgive him.”

Willow smiles at Brock, nodding her head back at the party. “Can you give us two a minute?”

Brock nods, giving me one last look. “See ya, Millie,” he says before walking away.

Tears sting at my eyes once more, and I raise my chin, trying to keep them from sliding down my cheeks. “I’m fine,” I tell Willow.

“I know we’ve never been that close, and I’m dating your ex, but I think we can become friends. I know what you and Brock had is nothing like what you and Tripp have.”

“Had,” I remind her.

She gives me a lopsided smile. “Tripp is the youngest of a long line of stubborn men. Men who are there for each other. Men who are so into each other’s lives they know everything about each other. Heck, sometimes I think the men know more about Brock than I do.”

I giggle slightly. “Probably.”