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"Anyway,I've decided to really....do something this year.To make a mark.Stand out.Revamp myself for a new era.You know,like Lindsay Lohan." "You want to go to jail?" Cass asks,looking perplexed.-Page 7.ARC
I finally managed to untangle myself from Jess. I wanted to dance with Willow. I’d watched her briefly when I’d first arrived and all I could think about was being close to her and touching her while she moved like that. Jess had come along and delayed me. Dewayne sat at the table with Rock and Trisha. They were laughing and talking but there was no Willow. I glanced toward the bar but I couldn’t see her in the crowd of people.
“Where’s Willow?”
“What? No love for me first?” Rock taunted as he smirked up at me.
I turned to Dewayne. He was leaned back in his chair with a long neck beer in his hands as he watched me.
“Where’s Willow?” I asked him specifically this time.
He flicked the metal bar in his bottom lip and tilted his head toward the door, “Went to get some air a while ago.”
Oh no.
“How long ago?”
Dewayne seemed to be enjoying my frustration. He put a stupid cigarette to his lips and took a long drag then shrugged, “Since you ran off with Jess.”
I turned to head outside when my phone rang. I hoped it wasn’t Manda with another crisis concerning Mom right now. That was the last thing I needed. I had been making some headway with Willow. Until Jess had drug me out onto the dance floor.
“Hello,” I said pressing the phone close to my ear as I stepped outside.
“I got my girl. I’m taking her home. In case you remembered you were her ride and couldn’t find her later I wanted you to know.”
Cage had come to get Willow. HELL!
“Why, what’s wrong? She okay?”
She’d called Cage to come get her and he’d come to rescue her. Where had I been? Dancing. Perfect. Just perfect.
“She was just tired and ready for bed. Didn’t want to bother you and your girl. I got her. All’s good. Later man.”
Marcus Hardy had hoped to enjoy a year away at college while he put the summer he’d rather forget behind him. But instead, he’s jerked right back to the coastal town of Sea Breeze, Alabama due to a family crisis. His dear ol' dad found himself a girlfriend only a few years older than Marcus. So now his sister needs help dealing with their mother who is mentally falling apart. The only bright spot to returning is the fascinating red head who sleeps over several times a week. The problem is she's sleeping in bed with his new roommate, Cage Watson.“You think my first instinct is to protect you. Because you're small, or a girl, or a Stiff. But you're wrong."
He leans his face close to mine and wraps his fingers around my chin. His hand smells like metal. When was the last time he held a gun, or a knife? My skin tingles at the point of contact, like he's transmitting electricity through his skin.
"My first instinct is to push you until you break, just to see how hard I have to press." he says, his fingers squeezing at the word break. My body tenses at the edge in his voice, so I am coiled as tight as a spring, and I forget to breathe.”
Twenty years ago, Catherine Whitley was the victim of a horrible crime. Betrayed by her friends, including the boy she loved, she was left to die when the Rock Harbor Opera House caught fire, taking a disturbing secret with her to her grave.