Your face is acting like a split personality,” Corin said as he approached his store. A. C. stood at the front door, the expression on his face shifting from bewilderment to joy back to confusion every few seconds. “Fine. I’m good.” A. C. shifted his weight from one leg to the other and rubbed hi...
Marcus glanced at his watch. Three minutes to six. Calen would be on time. He was a good kid. Which should make Marcus happy. But he wasn’t. Fourteen was too young for Abbie to be dating. At 5:59 Calen’s truck chugged to a stop in front of the house and he stepped out, ran his hand over his hair,...