Ask for Andrea (Ask for Andrea, #1)

by Noelle W. Ihli

Question after question. Like I was the most interesting person in the world. All with that smile. Stealing glances at me while he pulled onto the interstate toward Boise. I told myself

He spent the most time crafting his messages to her—which he then copied and pasted into the other chats, when he came up with little tidbits he liked.

He was the kind of beautiful that drew you in before you even considered the fact that beautiful things can be poisonous.

There were foxes, and there were hounds. And then there were the animals who didn’t fit into the natural order of things at all. Who meant the hurt they caused every time.

I decided not to attend my own funeral.

Because a small chance was still a chance. And small chances were all we had left.