I whistled, dropping the price tag as if it had burned me. “Did you see how much that underwear is?” “Get them,” Nicole laughed. “It’s not like my brother can’t afford them.” “Dear lord,” I muttered, moving well away from the rack. We were in a ritzy mall in the neighboring town, the car ride ...
she asked softly, looking down at the red-circled advertisement. “It’s a competition,” Daniel explained as Cara skimmed over the words halfheartedly. “A dance competition. After we talked about your future I did some searching. I don’t want you to give up on your dream, Cara, and I sure as hell...