A powerful, twisted man. An important beginning gone wrong. And a love so unexpected and true, but so dangerous. And then a manila envelope arrives that could end it all...with one signature.
Yes, it was stupid. But itâs not like it isnât something every girl in the world has done at least once before. I can hear my motherâs judgemental voice inside my head saying, âwell, youâre not every other girl in the worldâ, and I roll my eyes, trying not to look at the white paper bag thatâs sitting on my passenger seat. As much as I try to forget about it, and move on, itâs like it keeps creeping up on me, until it creeps right up my throat, and I find myself kissing porcelain while Iâm on a date with Maverick Harris, one that I never agreed to in the first place. It takes him longer than I guessed to figure it out. But, shocking me, he doesnât run. And I canât figure out why, until itâs too late.
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Sheâs nothing to me. A bright, pretty girl, a dime a dozen, in fact. But the words come out of my mouth before I can stop them, and the next thing I know Iâm sitting across from her, having lunch. Trudy tries to keep something from me, but itâs difficult to, when sheâs got more eyes on her than I do. And whatâs more, she doesnât know it. But itâs not pity that draws me to her. Trudy isnât delicate, and she refuses help, even when the most terrifying thing drops in her lap. The day the envelope arrives is when she caves, and thatâs when my family steps in. The scumwad hasnât got a prayer coming after her. And God help him if I get there first. But thatâs all before the golden nugget fails, and the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow is no longer there. Thatâs when we think heâs got nothing more on her...but he does.
A powerful, twisted man. An important beginning gone wrong. And a love so unexpected and true, but so dangerous. And then a manila envelope arrives that could end it all...with one signature.
Yes, it was stupid. But itâs not like it isnât something every girl in the world has done at least once before. I can hear my motherâs judgemental voice inside my head saying, âwell, youâre not every other girl in the worldâ, and I roll my eyes, trying not to look at the white paper bag thatâs sitting on my passenger seat. As much as I try to forget about it, and move on, itâs like it keeps creeping up on me, until it creeps right up my throat, and I find myself kissing porcelain while Iâm on a date with Maverick Harris, one that I never agreed to in the first place. It takes him longer than I guessed to figure it out. But, shocking me, he doesnât run. And I canât figure out why, until itâs too late.
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Sheâs nothing to me. A bright, pretty girl, a dime a dozen, in fact. But the words come out of my mouth before I can stop them, and the next thing I know Iâm sitting across from her, having lunch. Trudy tries to keep something from me, but itâs difficult to, when sheâs got more eyes on her than I do. And whatâs more, she doesnât know it. But itâs not pity that draws me to her. Trudy isnât delicate, and she refuses help, even when the most terrifying thing drops in her lap. The day the envelope arrives is when she caves, and thatâs when my family steps in. The scumwad hasnât got a prayer coming after her. And God help him if I get there first. But thatâs all before the golden nugget fails, and the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow is no longer there. Thatâs when we think heâs got nothing more on her...but he does.