Ick Factor (Seasons of Revenge, #4)

by Morgan Elizabeth

“It fills a room. It’s magical. I could have the absolute worst day of my life, hear her laughing at her desk, and instantly feel better. If laughter is medicine, Katrina’s is my cure.”

“Your stuff isn’t clutter. It’s life. Bring your life into my place, Kat. It’s been lonely and dead for so long.”

“Wanna play Barbies?” I ask, and his brow furrows. I fight to make my face stay neutral. I’ve been saving this one for almost a week, waiting for the perfect moment. “What?” I lose the battle halfway through the punchline, and my smile breaks through. “You can be Ken, and I can be the box you come in.”