Play the Game (Hannaford Prep, #3)

by J. Bree

It’s our song. The one he wrote for us to sing together for choir. He’s recorded it for me, somehow in secret because I know Ash still hasn’t heard it yet. I furiously blink back tears. I will not cry in front of everyone, dammit! Harley makes a pissy noise and I glance up to find him shaking his head at Blaise. “Of course you gave her a fucking song.” Blaise snickers under his breath and I elbow him. “What’s wrong with a song? I love it.” “It’s cheating because you’re the hardest fucking person to buy for and Morrison has a secret fucking weapon,” Harley mutters under his breath, but he hands me a small box with a card taped on top. I find a hot wiring kit and a promise to teach me to boost cars over the summer break. It’s actually fucking perfect because when I am not wanting to learn more skills to keep me alive in the Bay? I kiss him, with a little too much tongue for Avery’s liking, and then Ash tugs me away from him and hands me a large black box, tied with luxurious black ribbons, and I start to panic a little that he’s forgotten how weird I am about money and bought me something expensive.