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she wasn’t a wolf, I would be afraid for what she might do to you.
She’s…intense.” He turned his cobalt eyes on me and I nodded. As much as I knew
I needed to apologize, now was definitely not the time.
    “Alright. I guess you should go take care of that then. I
have to go run a few errands anyway,” I said, thinking about the coffee shop
job and how I hadn’t stopped by to see my mother yet.
    “Well…we’ll have to rain check this then.” Trent moved in to
kiss my forehead. He stood up and searched around the room for his clothes,
finding them on the floor by the foot of the bed.
    “Last night was pretty wild, huh?” He shook his head with a
smile.
    “Yeah. I watched him in awe as he pulled his clothes on. I
couldn’t figure out how I got there, to that moment in my life. Even if I knew
the hard facts they were so bizarre and hard to believe that it was like I was
dreaming.
    “Hey,” Trent said, walking over to me after he pulled his
shirt over his head. “This is all moving really fast but…I just wanted you to
know that last night was probably the best night of my life.”
    My heart leapt into my throat. “Haha,” I muttered
sarcastically, but as I searched his eyes I saw no hint of a playful smile.
    “I mean it,” he said, moving his face closer to mine, the
sliver of light from the window falling on his hard, chiseled cheek.
    “Don’t play with me, Trent.” My voice was barely above a
whisper. I knew then that I could never have the upper hand. I was completely
and utterly his, and while it was scary, it was invigorating.
      “I’m not, Bailey,”
he said in his low, husky voice before he closed the gap between us for a final
kiss.

 

Chapter Three

 
    I was chopping up
some onions for dinner when my phone went off. It was the pop song I had
assigned to my home number. It was strange, picking up my phone and thinking
about all the things I hadn’t told my mother. I hadn’t even told her I was back
in town. Feeling slightly guilty, I answered the phone.
    “Hello?”
    “ Mija ! How are you? I miss you!” she said
in her shrill voice. I pulled the phone away from my ear for a moment,
grimacing. My mother had always been the loudest person I knew. She didn’t mean
to be, it was like she was yelling half the time.
    “I’m good Mom,” I
started, cradling the phone against my ear and walking away from the onions. I
didn’t want her to hear my sniffling, but it was too late.
    “ Que p asó ? Are you OK?” she
asked, worry in her voice.
    “Yeah, mom. Sorry,
I was cutting onions.”
    “Oh, you are
cooking? I didn’t think   you would
have times for that on the road!” she said.
    “About that,” I cringed
a little. “Well, I wanted to surprise you but…we decided to come back!” I faked
some enthusiasm, but my voice fell flat.
    “What do you mean, mija ?”
    “Um, I just got
back to my apartment,” I said, trying to remain vague.
    “What?!” she
exclaimed. “When did that happen?”
    “Um, not to long
ago,” I said quickly, “I mean, really I just got back. The tour got canceled
because…um, Trent’s sick? Yeah, Trent’s sick.”
    Oh the lies that
would follow me to my grave. Good thing my mom’s gullible. I need an extra set
of hands to count the amount of times I told her it was written in the
sky—but I’m also pretty sure she doesn’t know what the word gullible
means.
    “Oh no! Is he
okay?!” She sounded alarmed. I flopped onto my couch and fought the urge to
sigh.
    “Yeah…he’s better.
I’ll come see you guys tonight,” I said, feeling guilty that it wasn’t the
first thing I did upon arriving in Deston.
    “Please, reina , that would be so nice. And you
can see Sierra! She is here visiting.”
    “What?” I said,
blinking my eyes in confusion.
    “Yes! She is
visiting Tony, I think it’s because she misses you. Very cute.”
    A million thoughts
raced through my mind. Why would she be visiting my house and not tell me about
it? And why would