-Caleb- I knew we had to ditch the Prius. There was no way Mr. Masterson wasn’t tracking it. “We’ll drive to Wisconsin and then stop at a rental car agency,” I invented wildly while we sped down the road. “Then we’ll ditch the Prius and just keep driving until we get to Washington D.C. or somethin
“I basically promised Will I’d keep it. So no,” Jacey said. “Jacey, a child is a lifelong commitment,” Darren warned. “Think carefully.” “I did,” Jacey insisted. “I’m keeping it.” I pulled Jacey into a hug. “Okay, baby. We’ll have his baby. If that’s what you really want.” “That’s what I really
“So, Mrs. Allan, did you like that?” I wheezed, clasping her hands on the edge of the pool to hold myself behind and inside her. “Mhm,” Jacey sighed. “I did, Mr. Allan.” She turned her head and kissed me. “You make me so happy, Mark.” I smiled. “Right back at ya, Angela.” I twitched her bikini top
-Jacey- “Oh my dear! Are you all right?!” Petra asked, scurrying over to me. “Roy, get something to clean this up!” I stared at Leon, who grinned at me. I didn’t like the look of his grin. Caleb put his arm around me, a fake smile plastered on his face. I knew it was a fake smile because I knew a
Roy was frowning now. I think he was getting the idea that something was amiss. Please don’t say anything. Please don’t say anything, I silently begged, hoping either Roy or God could hear me. “Hey, is something going on here? You’re looking pretty squirrely, Mark. Are you guys upsetting Angela? S
“Nothing he won’t get used to,” Mr. Masterson said. Gail and Leon followed us onto the plane and sat near us. Will started to sit down by his father, but Mr. Masterson gave him a sharp look. “Tell your friends of your adventures, Will. Go on. Go sit by them.” With a wince, Will hobbled over to us
-Caleb- Jacey’s nails dug into my thigh all the way back to the Mastersons’ mansion. I think she was trying to keep me quiet. I didn’t want her to have to face all this alone, so I stayed quiet. As much as I hated Masterson, I knew he wasn’t lying. I was inconsequential at this point. They were kee
As though on cue, my mother came rolling up with Hank, a baby carrier strapped to her front. A fuzzy little head poked up out of the carrier, but that was about all we could see of Timothy. His hair. Hank looked cranky, sitting in his chair. “Eighteen and pregnant. I couldn’t be more proud.” “Nice