“Katarina Marritt, as I live and breathe,” a warm and familiar voice intones from my bedroom doorway. The moment I turn around and find Tanner grinning back at me as he leans against the doorframe, any sort of irritation from before is gone. Gone and replaced with nothing but elation. “Tanner!” I squeal, lunging across the room and wrapping my arms around his neck. Despite my sweat-dampened skin, he squeezes me tightly, lifting me off the ground in the process. “I thought you weren’t heading up until tomorrow!” “I wasn’t, but my brother broke the garage door, and given how pissed my dad was, I
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