Promiscuous and a drinker—a personality much like Aunt Torey’s. It nearly sickened Jon. Recently Sadie appeared to have turned over a new leaf and seemed determined to set her life right. Yeah, right. In his experience, once a person was hooked into a pattern of a certain destructive behavior, it took a major life event to get him or her to change—like a smoker diagnosed with cancer finally kicking the habit.What had been Sadie’s defining moment? If only his heart didn’t jump whenever he saw her…if only her eyes didn’t twist his insides into knots. Curiosity fanned in his chest, but right now, he had a job to do, a report to fill out, a little delinquent to monitor.He stopped outside Caleb’s bedroom and knocked. No answer. Only ear-piercing music belted from inside. Jon knocked again, then pushed the door open.The boy-man lay on his back on the bed, eyes closed but hands holding imaginary drumsticks and playing an invisible drum.“Caleb, I need to talk to you.”His eyes shot open.
