![]() ![]() Princess is Dad’s term of endearment for me, sport for Adam, and pumpkin for my little sister Peach. ![]() ![]() ![]() He’s wearing a robe over his pajamas, a steaming mug of coffee in his hand. The front door suddenly opens, making me look over my shoulder to see who stepped outside. Still no sign of Dylan’s red pickup truck. Like they’re attached to the hip or something.īlowing out an annoyed breath, I stare ahead. Ever since the two of them got back together they haven’t spent a single time apart. He’s at his girlfriend Madison Cooper’s house right now. If I knew he was going to keep me waiting, I would have hitched a ride with Nick or asked my twin brother to drive me there. It’s an open field party and our friends, Nick Wilson and Sloan Collins, are already there waiting for us. Hell, we should be on our way to the party by now. That’s how long I’ve been sitting on my porch steps, braving the chilly night air while impatiently waiting for Dylan to arrive. “McCafferty, where are you?” I growl, kicking at the stray rocks on the ground, shivering as the cold seeps through my jacket.įifteen minutes. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. The characters in this book are entirely fictional. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. ![]()
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