Authors: Emma Heatherington
Tags: #Contemporary Fiction, #Humor, #Contemporary Women, #Romantic Comedy, #Contemporary, #Romance, #Sagas, #New Adult & College, #Inspirational, #Women's Fiction, #Literature & Fiction
T
es
s
foun
d
her
s
first
.
“Boke
d
everywhere
.
No
t
good
.
Se
e
yo
u
bac
k
a
t
hotel
.
P
art
y
on
,
dudes!
”
rea
d
T
ess
.
“O
h
dea
r
.
I
wonde
r
shoul
d
one o
f
u
s
g
o
bac
k
an
d
se
e
tha
t
she
’
s
okay?
”
“Mayb
e
w
e
al
l
should?
”
sai
d
Gina
.
“
W
e’v
e
ha
d
suc
h
a
lovel
y
da
y
an
d
suc
h
a
fu
n
night
.
I
t
migh
t
b
e
th
e
righ
t
time t
o
tr
y
an
d
mak
e
ou
r
wa
y
bac
k
an
d
tha
t
musi
c
i
s
getting o
n
m
y
nerves
,
plu
s
I
ca
n
hardl
y
se
e
pas
t
m
y
ow
n
nose
.
I’m
hammered.
”
Poll
y
,
wh
o
wa
s
jus
t
a
littl
e
bi
t
mor
e
wobbl
y
o
n
he
r
feet
tha
n
earlie
r
,
squinte
d
a
t
he
r
watch
.
“It
’
s
onl
y
twelv
e
o’clock!
”
sh
e
said
.
“N
o
wa
y
,
José
!
I’m
onl
y
startin
g
t
o
loose
n
u
p
no
w
.
Y
o
u
tw
o
g
o
bac
k
i
f
you want
.
I’
m
read
y
t
o
parrr
r
-tayyyy
!
”
“I’l
l
g
o
bac
k
t
o
th
e
hotel,
”
sai
d
Gina
.
“
Y
o
u
sta
y
with you
r
siste
r
.
I
reall
y
don
’
t
mind
.
I
n
fac
t
I
wa
s
goin
g
to
sugges
t
tha
t
anyho
w
.
”
“Ar
e
yo
u
sure?
”
aske
d
T
ess
.
“No
,
that
’
s
no
t
ver
y
fai
r
. I
don
’
t
thin
k
yo
u
shoul
d
g
o
bac
k
b
y
yoursel
f
an
d
w
e
could
cal
l
i
t
a
nigh
t
.
.
.
”
“
Y
eah
,
I’
m
happ
y
t
o
d
o
that,
”
sai
d
Gina
,
liftin
g
her handbag
.
“But
,
havin
g
sai
d
that,
”
sai
d
T
ess
,
“Karaok
e
King
Kon
g
i
s
jus
t
abou
t
t
o
com
e
bac
k
o
n
an
d
h
e
ha
s
promised
m
e
h
e
woul
d
pla
y
a
bi
t
o
f
Wham
!
jus
t
fo
r
you
.
I
t
would b
e
a
terribl
e
sham
e
t
o
mis
s
i
t
afte
r
th
e
amoun
t
of
convincin
g
i
t
too
k
hi
m
t
o
eve
n
fin
d
i
t
o
n
hi
s
collection!
”
Gin
a
looke
d
ove
r
a
t
Karaok
e
Kin
g
Kon
g
wh
o
was
givin
g
he
r
th
e
‘okay
’
sig
n
wit
h
on
e
han
d
an
d
holdin
g
his
headphone
s
o
n
wit
h
th
e
othe
r
a
s
h
e
too
k
hi
s
plac
e
back o
n
th
e
decks
.
H
e
though
t
h
e
wa
s
shi
t
cool
.
H
e
wasn
’
t
.
“
Y
o
u
ar
e
havin
g
m
e
on!
”
sai
d
Gina
,
feelin
g
a
sho
t
of adrenalin
e
pum
p
throug
h
he
r
tire
d
vein
s
a
t
th
e
very
though
t
o
f
hearin
g
he
r
Georg
e
singin
g
i
n
a
nightclub
.
“He
i
s
actuall
y
goin
g
t
o
pla
y
it
?
O
h
m
y
Go
d
.
.
.
George
?
For
me
? I
can
’
t
leav
e
ye
t
then!
”
Gina
’
s
sens
e
o
f
responsibilit
y
wavere
d
a
s
sh
e
thought o
f
he
r
teenag
e
idol
.
N
o
on
e
understoo
d
Gina
’
s
lov
e
for Georg
e
Michael
.
No
t
eve
n
he
r
ow
n
mothe
r
,
Go
d
res
t
he
r
,
wh
o
ha
d
t
o
endur
e
constan
t
tap
e
recording
s
an
d
video
recording
s
ever
y
tim
e
h
e
cam
e
o
n
th
e
tell
y
fo
r
year
s
and years
,
an
d
constan
t
playin
g
o
f
hi
s
LP
s
an
d
cassette
s
on
Gina
’
s
little
pink
HiFi
system
in
her
bedroom.
Gina
had
a
Georg
e
Michae
l
schoolbag
,
a
Georg
e
Michae
l
duve
t
and pillo
w
se
t
(whic
h
sh
e
kisse
d
ever
y
night
,
sometime
s
a
little bi
t
to
o
passionatel
y
fo
r
he
r
ow
n
liking
)
an
d
he
r
bedroom wa
s
plastere
d
fro
m
floo
r
t
o
ceilin
g
wit
h
poster
s
o
f
her icon
.
Georg
e
Michae
l
wa
s
he
r
numbe
r
on
e
gu
y
an
d
no ma
n
woul
d
eve
r
liv
e
u
p
t
o
him
,
eve
r
.