Chapter 1
‘The storms that blow through can only last for so long.’
– Ethan’s Secret Thoughts.
Ethan
“Bugger, find your shoes. We’re going to be late.” I called up the stairs.
Melanie called back, “I’m hurryin’.”
Just then, there was a knock on my door.
Checking my phone, I didn’t see any notifications, and I frowned.
Who in the hell could be at my door this early in the morning?
Shaking my head, I headed to it, checked the small window, and frowned.
Then I opened the door and said, “Can I help you?”
He was in a black t-shirt and dark blue jeans, with black loafers on his feet.
“Ethan Griggs?” he asked.
I narrowed my eyes but said, “Yeah. Who are you?”
“You’ve been served.” He said as he handed me a manila envelope.
Before I could ask, “What the hell is this?” he had turned away and was walking down my driveway.
I watched as he climbed into a white sedan and then pulled away.
Closing the door, I heard Melanie coming down the stairs, “Found my shoes. Ready.”
I looked at her and smiled. This envelope would have to wait.
Five minutes later, we were in the car and headed to the school.
“You ready for your presentation day?” I asked as I turned on Turner Street, where the school was located.
“Yes. Aunt Tatum helped me with the decorations.”
“That’s good, sweet pea.”
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Delaney
Ethan Griggs. Oh, you are sinful, elegant, mouth-watering, panty-dropping, gorgeous man. It should be a crime to look that good.
And to lick your bottom lip, lord help me.
It was going to be a constant struggle not to let my cheeks flame red every time I was in his presence... and if you have red hair, natural red hair... You get it.
Fuck. My. Life.