“Cat, what the hell? Are you okay? Are you sick?” Her voice did the exact same thing as my mom’s when she was stressed—jump up at the end into a screech. “You sound like a damn police siren, Joey.” She laughed. “Well, so does your cell phone alarm, ...
Before I even opened my eyes, the events of the last night hit me. Ryder and me, drinking on the Strip. Steamy kisses on a Parisian patio. Ryder’s tongue between my legs. Ryder stopping cold turkey even though he obviously wanted me as badly as I wanted him. &n...