More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
I towed her away from the edge for my own peace of mind. “We’re trapped. We’re stuck up here.” I could feel the panic rising in me, and I hated it. I hated myself. The anxiety that had reared its ugly and inconvenient head when I found out my whole life was a sham rushed back, socking me in the chest with the force of a fist.
They pounced in unison like backwoods ninjas. Even though I fought it, it was three against one. Gibson and Jameson each grabbed one of my arms and Bowie locked on to my left leg. Jonah was suddenly Mr. Switzerland. He sipped his coffee sheepishly a few feet away from the fray. “Get his leg, Jonah, before he kicks someone in the balls,” Gibson said.
I climbed up on my coffee table, surrounded by people I’d loved since kindergarten. Friends and neighbors who had been there through the deaths of my parents and were willing to stand with me now even in this mess. “I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do! I’m gonna get a shower!” The crowd cheered.
It was going to be a long-ass day if I couldn’t pin down my fireball girlfriend and put a ring on her little finger. All of Bootleg Springs was waiting for the signal and then the town would descend upon our backyard for the biggest, craziest bonfire Scarlett had ever seen.