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“Call me anytime,” he says, and he winks and blows me a kiss before riding off.
Fuck me. I’m going to break that vow to myself to not have a boyfriend, aren’t I? With Tyler.
Or Shane.
Or Corey.
Why are my sex dreams always with Brett? I’ve been having them near constantly, and I can’t handle it anymore.
Oh, well.
I head inside and get right to work. It turns out that the little research I did isn't nearly enough, and two hours fly by. I'm starting to get hungry, but I only have two more pages to write, so I power on through, and finally, after double-checking for grammar and any stupid typos, I print it out.
Whistling to myself, softly of course since I am in a library after all, I walk over to the printer to grab my essay when a hand grips my shoulder.
Figuring it’s one of the Mutineers, I turn around. The smile on my face dies.
It’s not one of the Mutineers.
It’s not Liam either.
It’s much worse.
Standing before me is Brandon Slade.
My father.
* * *
I so so so love Erika. She’s strong and fierce and doing what she can to survive because that’s what she is. She is not going to back down.
