I make sure to keep my expression stern, ignoring the familiar sucker-punch effect of his dark intense eyes and sheepish smile on me. “Did you really have to make me wait that long?” Pocketing my phone, I wait for him to pull over before I approach. I comply and sure enough, headlights assault my eyes. I’m already freezing here! I fire up the text, hoping it will make Dylan turn up in the next second. And he’s usually never late.Īdmonishing me to return before midnight, Dad goes back inside, leaving me alone in the porch again.Ĭome on, D. Then there’s Dylan whose front passenger seat is always reserved for me. And that need rarely arises.įor one, Adam and I go to the same school so I can easily catch a ride with him if I want. All three of them-Mom, Dad and Adam-have cars that I can borrow whenever I need one, anyway. Because I find it completely unnecessary.

My dad has been itching to buy me a car ever since I got my license, but I say no every time. He shakes his head, fighting back a smile, then frowns when he stares out into the empty street. Whenever I complain about him calling me princess-because it seriously makes me feel like I’m five-he only smiles and tells me I’ll always be his princess no matter the age. 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.

Kiss and Make Up by Madeleine Labitan