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Chapters (40)
  1. TITLE PAGE
  2. COPYRIGHT PAGE
  3. CONTENTS
  4. START READING
  5. PROLOGUE
  6. CHAPTER ONE
  7. CHAPTER TWO
  8. CHAPTER THREE
  9. CHAPTER FOUR
  10. CHAPTER FIVE
  11. CHAPTER SIX
  12. CHAPTER SEVEN
  13. CHAPTER EIGHT
  14. CHAPTER NINE
  15. CHAPTER TEN
  16. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  17. CHAPTER TWELVE
  18. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  19. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  20. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  21. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  22. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  23. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  24. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  34. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  38. EPILOGUE
  39. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  40. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Mama blinks at me as if I’m off my nut. “I couldn’t do that! Charlotte dies at the end. It would have been bad luck.”

Agitated heat blooms over my chest. “Aunt Delilah died! By pie!”

Macon loses it with a great burst of rolling laughter. He laughs so hard he leans back in his chair, holding a hand to his chest. He laughs so hard his eyes turn into little triangles of glee.

All the women at the table are momentarily stunned by the spectacle because Macon Saint full-on belly laughing is an undeniable thing of beauty. He’s so jovial that it makes me start to smile. Before I know it, I’m laughing too. Mama and JoJo fall under his spell as well, and soon we’re all laughing like a bunch of loons under the yellow sun.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Delilah

SammyBaker to DeeLight: Why is there a viral video of you singing on a chair?

DeeLight: Sam! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?

Had to get away for a while. Don’t worry. What’s with the singing?

That’s all you have to say? What about this mess with Macon?

Don’t worry about him either. I’ll deal with that when I get back.

R U Kidding Me? When? When are you coming back?

A few months. Just need to take care of some things.

Months! Damn it, Sam!

Good chat, D. Turning my phone off now.

Sam!

Sam!

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“Fucking bitch!” I toss my phone across the bed and lean back into the pillows, my nerves jumping and sizzling like hot oil. After all this time, she finally texted. And jerked my chain, giving me next to nothing. I’m so pissed and shocked I don’t know what to do.

I can go to Macon, tell him . . . what? Sam’s definitely hiding out, but hey, she’s coming back in a few months, which means, technically, I win the bet. Only I don’t know if she’s bringing back the watch or exactly when she’s returning. No, he’ll just get worked up into a froth like I am. And for nothing. Because that’s what she gave me.

Why did she text? She’d seen my video? So despite her claims, she is using her phone. And she is coming back. I believe that much. Girl can’t stay away forever. She’s too damn nosy and too damn used to being the center of attention.

I’ll let her get comfortable again, wait until her guard is lowered, then send out another feeler. That’s all I can do. Pushing it will just make her dig in her heels.