When You Come Back to Me (Lost Boys, #2)

by Emma Scott

My dad called all Californians dirty tree-hugging hippies in that close-minded, prejudicial manner of his I’d grown to know well. Never mind that they’d invested much of our billions in the tech industry that was right up the road from Santa Cruz. But I’m pretty sure the Parish family motto was “Never let a little hypocrisy get in the way of profit.” It’s probably emblazoned on our family crest.

Dazia Horvat,

“Ladies, stop giving River a hard time,” Dad said with a laugh. Whereas I had forgotten all about the season-ending win, it was still written all over his face. “Boys will be boys, right?” “Boys will remain boys unless they’re taught to be men,” Mom said, shooting him a pointed look.