"I don't blame you for Jess." It was hard to say and probably the first time he'd admitted it. But he felt a little better when he did. "That was all Azazel."

He shrugged at her question, one shoulder rolling in a gesture he'd unconsciously picked up from his father. "Yeah, I went to Stanford. Full ride. Dad and Dean didn't even know I applied. They didn't want me to go, either." She didn't need to know that Dad had told him not to bother coming back.