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After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)

“I’m excited to get back to Vance.”

“Why?”

“Because I love it there, and I’ve had the week off. I miss working.”

“You’re quite the overachiever,” he mocks, and I know he’s rolling his eyes even though I can’t see his face.

Reflexively, this makes me roll my own eyes. “Sorry that I love my internship and you don’t like your job.”

“I do like my job, and I had the same job you have. I just left it for something better,” he brags.

“Do you only like it more because you get to do it from home?”

“Yeah, that’s the main reason.”

“What’s the other reason?”

“I felt like people thought I only got the job because of Vance.”

This is not a huge revelation, but it’s a much more honest answer than I expected from him. I expected a word or two about how the job sucked or was annoying.

“Do really you think people thought that?” I roll onto my back, and Hardin leans up on his elbow to look down at me.

“I don’t know. No one said it, but I felt like they were thinking it. Especially after he hired me as an actual employee, not just an intern.”

“Do you think he was upset when you left to work for someone else?”

He smiles a smile that appears especially bright in the half-lit bedroom. “No, I don’t think so. His employees were constantly complaining about my supposed attitude anyway.”

“Supposed attitude?” I tease.

He cups my cheek and dips his head down to kiss my forehead. “Yes, supposed. I am very charming. No attitude at all.” He smiles against my skin. I giggle, and he smiles even more, pressing his forehead against mine. “What do you want to do today?” he asks.

“I don’t know; I was thinking of calling Landon and going to the store.”

He draws back a little. “For what?”

“To talk to him and see when he can meet up with me. I’d like to give him those tickets.”

“The gifts are at their house. I’m sure they already opened them.”

“I don’t see them opening them without us being there.”

“I do.”

“My point exactly,” I tease.

But Hardin’s already turned serious with the mention of his family. “Do you think . . . What do you think about me apologizing . . . well, not apologizing . . . but what if I called him—you know, my dad?”

I know that I need to tread lightly when it comes to Hardin and Ken. “I think you should call him. I think you should try to make sure what happened yesterday doesn’t ruin the beginning of the relationship you were forming with him.”

“I guess . . .” He sighs. “After I hit him, I thought for a second that you were going to stay there and make me leave.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, I did. I’m glad you didn’t, but that’s what I thought.”

I lift my head off the mattress and plant a small kiss on his jawline instead of answering. I have to admit that I probably would have done just that had he not already come clean about his past. That changed everything for me. It changed the way I look at Hardin—not in a negative way, or a positive one, just a more understanding way.