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Chapters (55)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Content
  5. Prologue
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. Chapter 30
  36. Chapter 31
  37. Chapter 32
  38. Chapter 33
  39. Chapter 34
  40. Chapter 35
  41. Chapter 36
  42. Chapter 37
  43. Chapter 38
  44. Chapter 39
  45. Chapter 40
  46. Chapter 41
  47. Chapter 42
  48. Chapter 43
  49. Chapter 44
  50. Chapter 45
  51. Chapter 46
  52. Chapter 47
  53. Chapter 48
  54. Epilogue
  55. Also by Laura Branchflower

“I’m just going to talk to him.” Shiloh freed herself from Lina and flew out the door.

“Shiloh,” Lina called out, watching helplessly as her sister went to Julian.

“Come on.” Phil slipped his arm around Lina’s shoulders.

Lina covered her eyes as he led her through the foyer. “She’s going back with him, isn’t she?”

“I’m sorry.” He wrapped his arms around her.

When Katie came out of her bathroom, Megan and Logan were huddled in front of one of her windows. “What are you doing in my room?”

“Julian’s here. I thought Dad was going to beat him up,” Logan said.

Katie crossed to the window to see her aunt and uncle standing beside Julian’s Jeep. “I wish he would.”

“She’s crying,” Megan said. “Dad picked her up in the middle of the night. They must have had a fight or something.”

“He left her at some party,” Katie said. “I heard them talking. He’s such a dick.”

“Gross.” Logan groaned, pulling his eyes from the window when they started to kiss.

“What does she see in him?” Megan asked. “It’s not like he’s rich or something, and he’s ugly.”

“So it would be okay if he was rich and good-looking?” Katie asked.

“No! I’m just saying he doesn’t have any redeeming qualities.”

“The way you look is just luck, and I don’t think being rich is a redeeming quality. That’s shallow.”

“Then ninety-nine percent of the population is shallow,” Megan said.

“If a guy treated either of you like that, I’d beat him up,” Logan said.

“You wouldn’t have to,” Katie said as she turned from the window, unable to stomach another second of their public display of affection. “I’d beat him up myself.”

Logan laughed. “You couldn’t even beat up a fourth grader.”

“Ha. Ha,” Katie said dryly. “Just because everyone else in this family is freakishly tall doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with me. I’m stronger than I look. I could probably beat you up.”

“You think?” Logan asked.

“Don’t.” Katie gave him her most stern expression as he approached. “Logan, I’m serious,” she said, but it was too late.

“You’re like a baby doll,” he announced right before he pounced on her.

“Logan, stop!” Katie cried, trying to sound serious, but unable to keep from laughing as he lifted her in the air. “Logan!” She pounded his back with her fists as he hoisted her over his shoulder, carrying her around her room like a sack of rice.

“Say ‘Logan is king’, and I’ll put you down.”

“Logan’s the king of dicks!” she yelled. “Stop!” she cried when he began to tickle her.

The door slammed open, and their parents rushed in the room. “What in the hell—” Phil stopped midsentence as his eyes took in the scene. “Put her down.”