e coming through the front door wi
f the kitchen. She's wearing a pretty sundress, with her long blond hair pulled bac
, she mixes together a macaroni salad for the Labor Day barbecue she and my uncle are hosting. Everyo
It's probably one of the only perks to having a cousin who plays in a Division I football prog
bristle in irritation. I'd normally hit back with an equally disparaging remark, but I'm
ut a pair of tight briefs that hug his sculpted torso dance through my head. It kills me to admit that
nd enjoys drawing, I can to
t from my head befo
wn ever was. I have so many fond memories of pulling up a stool and pouring my heart out to Aunt Marnie while
ed when my parents decided to call it quits. Everyone who knew them saw it coming like a train collision in slow motion. I think the only reason Mom and Dad hung on for as long as they did was because
's married, with two kids who are my half-siblings. I've only met them a handful of times, so it's hard to consider them family. The few times I flew out for visits felt awkward, like I was staying with strangers. The last
tly on her fourth marriage and galivanting around Europe. Frederique, her husband, h
ard Uncle Craig mutter under his breath that she was a flake. And that's putting it nicel
's currently located. Last year was Monte Carlo. The summer be
.boo hoo
s me shopping, buying me whatever I want. We lunch and fill our days with
ke a girlfriend she just met yachting in the South of France and confides details I'd prefer not to know about t
e shortly. Even though I really liked husbands number two and three, I don't bother getting attached
bigger ban
to earth and sensible. She has a Bachelor of Science in Nursing and works in the emergency room at the local hospital. My mother has a de
e in Monte Carlo. After three days with my whirlwind of a mother
issue with that state
a wack
deep voice resonates thro
him an affec
a
h on edge. It annoys me that Noah
about Carter Prescott a
e after his antics the other night. "You are in no way, shape, or form rela
e
ing bitch. Not only am I pissed at him, but now I'm an
a sharp, disapproving look. "Daisy, that's n
front of Carter makes it even worse and has me simmering while silently plotting his death. A
another mother," she quips
nose. "That's gross, Mom.
ywhere in Carter's vicinity. He's probably smi
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