Page 42 of Wild Card

I’m home

Glad to know

Willow

You asked me to let you know… so this is me, letting you know.

How were the Margaritas?

Willow

World Class. Grandpa knows his tequila.

Did you have a good time?

Willow

It was mostly good. Until it wasn’t.

What happened?

Willow

Family

Do you want to talk about it?

Willow

Not really. I’m going to bed. Tomorrow is a big day of studying.

Sleep tight beautiful. Lock up.

Willow

Locked, double-locked, and cozied up with Wolf. Good night, Talon.

I read through the text chain from last night again, locking in on the exact minute the mood changed.

It could be the fact her parents are getting a divorce, but she didn’t strike me as hung up on the issue. My gut says it has nothing to do with her parents.

Morning gorgeous, you awake?

After a minute, she replies with one word.Yes

Open your door.

The blinds in the front window shift, and there’s a muffled squeal before Wolf’s excited barking begins.

Willow cracks the door, her expression an adorable mix of confusion and disbelief. “What are you doing here?”

“Did you get to the store?”

“The store?”

“Yes, the store. Overheard you mention it yesterday.”

“Overheard or eavesdropped?”

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