Piper Rayne

I guess caveman is my thing.

I’m off to mingle like I’m single. Which I am

to find out exactly what I signed myself up for

used to death. When your parents die when you’re fourteen, it’s a sledgehammer right in the heart. I quickly realized that

She’s always been miserable to me—why, I have no idea—but I’m happy to return the favor

left me his company? What was he thinking? I look at Cleo

a pimple-faced kid.

I think it was the fact that my mom died under the ice of a frozen lake because

he was going to be a father.

Then again, if he’d answered his phone or returned my call four months ago, he’d already know. I knew when I was leaving that night that

blue eyes matching mine, staring back at me. Please tell me she doesn’t have that

except for that brief kiss on New Year’s Eve, but that was ten months ago.

“Lena