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Finally. A chance to rectify everything that had happened this summer. Once he explained, Vivienne would forgive him . . . right? Of course she would. She had to. Because he didn’t know what he would do if she didn’t.
“HOOK tried to take someone precious from me, and Leadership was too preoccupied slapping my wrist to do anything about it.”
music, and spun out of the driveway. For the second time that night, Deacon sat on cold stone steps waiting for a girl. What could Emily possibly have to say to him that she hadn’t said already? When he’d seen her earlier on campus, she had ripped him a new one about how much of an asshole he was for leaving Vivienne. Then she launched into graphic detail about how she was going to remove certain parts of his body if he even looked at her friend again. For someone so bubbly, Emily was quite bloodthirsty.
Seeing the clothes strewn across her unmade bed made him smile. She was such a beautiful slob.
“Let me lock up first.” Deacon couldn’t trust Lyle after he had left the door wide open all day on Tuesday. A feral cat had done a number on Deacon’s sofa, and it had taken him an hour to find and remove the damned beast.
The last delivery Deacon had made with his grandad had involved a bunch of sheep and Tootles’s garden. Deacon poked one of the bags to see if it baa-ed. Whatever was inside felt hard.
