From the Author
From the Inside Flap
I stood up quickly and he smiled. It was a knowing smile and I wanted to kick myself in my own ass. Way to look desperate, Kelly.
I was never desperate for anything and if I was I never, ever showed it.
So why is it that when this used-to-befriend turned geek-who-might-be-kinda-hot turned up with a set of car keys I tripped over myself to follow him out the door?
"Get your notebook, Kel." He said, fondness in his tone.
He hasn't called me that in years.