I’m all up in my head when I straighten my messy sheets and crawl back into bed. Tonight has been full of all kinds of highs, but it’s ended on that low.
But then…
My cell pings, and I scramble to get it.
The second I see his name, a huge rush of relief spills from me.
Kodie Rivers: Are you going to be able to look at me with a straight face tomorrow?
I smirk.
God, I can’t wait.
Casey Watson: I have a good game face. What about you?
Kodie Rivers: I don’t plan on being traded any time soon. My warning about the bikini still stands, though…
Casey Watson: You’re a big boy. I’m sure you can control yourself.
Kodie Rivers: Glad you noticed…
Casey Watson: Impossible not to.
Kodie Rivers: Tomorrow is going to be the best kind of torture.
Casey Watson: I can’t wait. See you tomorrow, Big D
34
CASEY
“Oh my god,” I squeal the second I pull up at Dad’s the next morning and see a very familiar face walking out of the driveway next door.
Jumping out of my car, I race toward Freya and throw my arms around her.
Freya and her parents have lived next door for as long as I can remember. She’s a few years older and used to babysit me when I was younger.
“I didn’t know you were back,” I cry as she returns my embrace.
“Surprise,” she says, although there isn’t as much pep as I would expect to be in that word.
Pulling back, I study her.
“Frey?” I question, concerned.
“I’m sorry. I’m okay, really.” She blows out a long breath as she fights to get it together. She’s far from okay.
“Come on,” I say, taking her hand and leading her to the swing seat on Dad’s porch.
The second we sit down, words begin tumbling free.
“It’s over, Case. He sent me home.’
“Oh shit,” I gasp, retaking her hand and squeezing for support.
Freya had been working in Las Vegas, something her parentshated with a passion, but she was adamant that she wanted to experience more.
Well, she got more in the form of a famous rock star who swept her off her feet and whisked her off on a world tour.
