His smile didn’t waver and that made me very, very nervous. “Your father will testify that Mr. Killeen was grooming you from the time he married your stepmother.”“My father tried to keep me locked in my room and hit me when I refused to give Caleb up. He had no idea about us. Plus, he’s under Maste
-Caleb-After a day in jail, or at least I thought it was a day, my cell door opened and another prisoner was shoved in.“You’re not the type to end up here,” my cellmate said, eyeing me.“I punched a lawyer,” I replied, trying to sound big and bad. This guy was three times my size, and I wasn’t a s
I looked at him. “Why do you want to protect me?”“Because, kid, you do the right thing. You could be living in the lap of luxury right now, serving one of those two bastards, but you’re living in an RV on the lam. I’m sure you had other things you wanted to be doing with your life,” he said.I rubb
“Good food?” the guy at the window asked sarcastically, looking at the swirls of slop on our trays.“Fantastic. Best prison food I’ve ever had,” Tyson replied with a grin.The dishwasher grumbled and dumped our trays over the trash before throwing them in with the rest of the dishes.I ignored my gr
-Jacey- Caleb’s shoulder bumped against mine, sending a zing of attraction shooting straight to my core. The Suburban had hit another deep pothole on the disused logging road we were taking to my father’s favorite fishing lake in the wilds of Canada. I loved it there. I did not love the fact that
-Caleb- Eating disorder? “What, like you’re anorexic?” I asked, horrified. My stepsister curled tightly into her door. She wouldn’t even look at me, and not for the usual reasons. I raked my eyes over Jacey, trying to see what would ever have given her the idea she needed to be anorexic. “Bulim
-Jacey- I tried not to laugh at Caleb when he went thigh deep into the water. I really tried. But when he also managed to trip over a large rock and land right on his ass, I couldn’t stop a hearty guffaw from escaping me. It wasn’t ladylike in the slightest. But it was honest. Luckily, Jeanie and
-Caleb- “Fuck!” I said as I tried to right our course. But the canoe just kept snaking back and forth against the water, out of my control. I could hear Hank shouting off in the distance, but I couldn’t hear what he was saying over the roar of the water and the sputtering of the motor. We were he