Catching Sparks (Cherry Peak Book 2)

There are onlytwo things that I’ll ever splurge on: my yearly trip somewhere tropical and my hair.

I’ve gone on a yearly trip since I moved out at eighteen. Chalk it up to hardly ever leaving Cherry Peak when I was growing up due to my family’s penny-pinching ways, but the moment I could break free, I was gone. Where there’s sun and unlimited alcoholic beverages, I’m there. For seven to ten days every year, I get to live a life so different from the one I have here. I get to be the full, unrestricted version of myself somewhere nobody can judge me for it. Or where they still can, but I just don’t give a single flying shit if they do.

When it comes to my hair, I can never seem to stick with one style for too long. Short, long, purple, or red. Luckily, my best friend happens to be an incredible hairdresser and loves me enough to let me stop in for house calls before work on a Monday morning to change it up.

There’s hardly a reason behind why I wake up on random mornings with the craving for something new, but I’m not about to change my life now. I’m twenty-six years too late for that.