The Enemy (It Happened in Charleston, #2)

by Sarah Adams

All I know is that June says she hates me. But I don’t hate her. In fact, I think I’m just as crazy about her as I was back then.

“I’m going to cut up your wedding dress like a paper snowflake if you don’t help me zip this up!”

“June?” I hold my breath. “June, I know you’re in there.” Shoot. I need to throw him off my scent. “Umm, no hablo…eagles.” “Your Spanish is just as bad as it was in high school.”

I almost peed my pants 😂😂

“June, open up!” I shoot up from my pillow and briefly wonder if that gas station attendant found out about the candy bar I stole when I was eleven and is coming to perform a citizen's arrest. “No! I’m too tired to go to jail right now,” I yell back.