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  1. Front Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Contents
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  46. Acknowledgments
  47. About the Author
  48. A Sneak Peek of You Will Be Mine
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Owen is out first, so I follow. Caleb smiles at me as he gets out and locks the door. Hazel is looking around, her eyes flicking back to Owen every few seconds.

“You brought me to the place you renovated so you wouldn’t get bored?” I ask.

Caleb takes a step closer to me but keeps a respectful distance. “It was this or turn to petty crime.”

“Good choice.”

“Do you want to come inside?”

Laughing, I reply, “You didn’t give me the option to come here, but you’re asking if I want to go in?”

Resting his arm on the car casually, he reaches for my hand. “You could have told me to take you straight home at any point, and I would have.”

“I’m kidding. And yes, I want to go inside.”

His Hollywood smile makes my stomach flutter. “You’re going to love it here.”

4

I glance up at the building. It’s not much to look at from the outside, it’s been neglected. There are dents in the metal siding, and it looks like something has cut into it. An axe maybe? I don’t know.

The sun dips below the roof and the sky darkens around us.

My arms prickle with the chill from the breeze.

Caleb doesn’t drop my hand, so I don’t bother pulling away. Owen and Hazel are a little ahead of us, just going through the door.

“When do you have to be home?” he asks as we slowly walk toward the door.

“Ten.” I suddenly feel very childish having a curfew. I wonder if I can talk to my parents about staying out later since school is over for the summer. Though, if I do, they’ll start asking questions. And if they find out that I’m talking to a boy and getting into a car with him to go hang out somewhere, they will never let me leave the house again.

He stops walking and nods, his blue eyes dancing in amusement. “I’ll be sure to have you home every night by ten.”

Every night?

“You look lost for words,” he says, turning his body so we’re face-to-face.

“That pretty much sums it up.”

“Why do you think I can’t care about you?”

“Because you don’t know me. Because I’m too young for you.”

He tilts his head. “You can’t control a feeling, Piper. All around the world people try to hide who they really are and what they really want. I’ll never understand it. Sure, I’m not going to try anything with you, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to.”

So, he’s honest. It’s refreshing.

“I agree with that. So many people around here hide how they really feel until all they can do is run away.”