Blake: A Bad Boy Romance Read Online Free

her hands and looked at it. Her name was written on the front in perfect and beautiful calligraphy. The loops and lines of her name were meticulously done.
     
    She ripped open one end, being sure not to mar the calligraphy on the front. Inside was a small store bought card, which she stared at in confusion. On the front was a cartoon image of a dog looking up at a crescent moon. She opened it and, inside, in a cartoony font, were the words, “I miss you to the moon and back.” There was no writing on the inside of the card. She flipped it over and looked on the back, but nothing was there either. “Ellen,” Ivy called over the house. “Who is this card from?”
     
    Ellen walked back to the living room and took the card from Ivy and looked at it. “I don’t know, dear,” she responded. “It was in the mailbox...”
     
    “But there’s no stamp or anything. Someone must have hand delivered it. Have you seen anyone at the house?”
     
    “No,” Ellen said with a shake of her head.
     
    Ivy took the card back and looked at it. The cartoon dog on the front was looking over its shoulder to the viewer and had an odd, grimacing smile. It sat alone on a hilltop with nothing but the moon above it. She looked at the envelope and her beautifully stylized name next to the card.
     
    “Maybe it’s from a friend who heard you were back from a visit,” Ellen offered as she walked away.
     
    “Maybe...” Ivy said as she slipped the card back into its envelope and put it in her purse. This didn’t sound like the kind of thing one of her friends would do. Why would they come all the way to the house only to leave an unsigned card and leave? Maybe it was Blake. But no, this wasn’t Blake’s style. He hated store bought cards and thought they were a waste of money. He would also never leave anything unsigned. Blake didn’t hide or sneak around; he did exactly what he wanted when he wanted.
     
    She shook her head is if that could clear the thought of him from her mind. She needed to stop thinking about him. She couldn’t let him in again. Blake hadn’t changed at all in the last five years. He was still the arrogant selfish jerk he had been in high school. He was still charming and witty and funny, but his negative traits overwhelmed the positive ones and she needed to remember that.
     
    She slipped the card and the envelope into her bad. There’s no way it’s from Darryl, she reminded herself. He had moved back east and last she heard was living in New York City. There was no way Darryl had come all the way across the country to give her an unsigned letter.
     
    “It’s not Darryl,” she whispered as she zipped the card and envelope into her bag. She said it like a prayer or maybe something more like a wish.
     
    “Ready to go?” Ellen asked, sticking her head into Ivy’s room.
     
    “Sure,” Ivy answered, painting an excited expression on her face. She and Ellen were going to look at flowers and the country club where she and Jonas would hold their small wedding.
     
    Unlike Jonas, Ellen had never been married before; Blake’s father had skipped town not long after his birth. She was excited for her upcoming wedding even though it was going to be on the smaller side.
     
    Ivy drove down the residential streets of her hometown. They weren’t that strange or unfamiliar to her. She had moved to Seattle about six months ago and had been back to see her father almost every weekend. Now that Jonas had Ellen he would need to see Ivy less and she still wasn’t sure how she felt about that. She wanted her father to be happy, of course. She just wished he had found happiness with someone else. But that wasn't fair. Ellen was sitting next to her, amiably chatting about flowers and food and invitations. She was a nice and good woman and Ivy was happy her father had found someone worthy of him.
     
    “Have you two decided on a honeymoon location yet?” Ivy asked.
     
    “Well, we want to go to Hawaii, but your father