Grandma’s words echoed around in my mind for a few moments as I looked at the red cloak spread across her blanketed legs. “Little Red Riding Hood was real?” I asked. I’m not sure why that would be hard to believe considering everything else that had been revealed to me recently, but this last piece of information seemed to be just a little too much for me to accept. “She wasn’t just… a fairy tale?”
“Grayson is gone?” I repeated, not sure I’d heard my mom correctly. “What do you mean she’s gone?” I asked, thinking there was a good chance she’d just gone downstairs to the kitchen or something without being loud enough to let us know with Grandma’s bedroom door closed.“I mean… she’s not here,” Mom
I tossed the keys to Ben, and he rushed to the passenger side door to open it for me, still a gentleman even though we were in a huge hurry. I climbed inside and hurried a thanks to him as he hustled around to the driver’s side. I barely had my seatbelt on before he started backing out.Ben turned the truck and headed down the drive toward the road, Mom and Max
I drive like an eighty-seven-year-old woman who is too short to see over the dashboard and too cautious to go the speed limit. I know this about myself. I am okay with it. Under the circumstances, I wanted to drive faster, but I was afraid to go much over the posted limit of fifty-five. To me, that was about thirty miles per hour too fast.I realized I needed to call my mo
“What is happening?” Grayson demanded as we neared the back yard of Grandma’s house. I wasn’t about to answer her at the moment. Luckily, my mom’s van was pulling in next to Max’s truck. My mom had the door open almost before the vehicle stopped, jumping out and running to Grayson.“Oh, Gray!” Mom shouted, wrapping her arms a
I did fall asleep, but I didn’t stay that way that long. I was up before the sun went down, my stomach reminding me that I hadn’t eaten much that day. I went down to the kitchen to find it empty for once. I wondered if Grandma was still feeling ill. It wasn’t like her not to be in the kitchen, especially this close to dinner time.I didn’t stick aro
Kissing Sam is a lot different than kissing Ben. When Ben kisses me, it’s a slow, sweet lingering sensation that makes me smile. It brings instant happiness. When Sam kisses me, it’s like I’ve been doused with gasoline and someone is standing nearby holding a flame. My entire body is on high alert, knowing at any second an inferno could break out.His ton
Sam pulled his lips away from me and said quietly, “Joshua and Raven are coming.”I nodded. I’d felt them coming, too, but I couldn’t gather the strength to let his mouth go. I wasn’t sure what to say or do, so I just stared
It was getting dark as we approached the house. I didn’t see any lights on inside, but then, if Horace was angry that his favorite lamp had been broken, it was possible he was stewing in the dark. Sam had me fingers in his as he approached the back porch, but he stopped and turned to face me. “You don’t have to do this, Harlow,” he reminded me.