“Nah. They took him to the hospital and called his mom. She worked in a diner and knew one of the cops who found him. They figured his broken ankle was punishment enough, although, his parents still made him work off the money it cost to replace the window as soon as his ankle was healed.” “You really were a little s**t,” I teased. “Baby, you have no idea. What about you? You ever get yourself into any trouble?” “Nothing compared to you, I’m sure, but I managed a little mischief here and there,” I said coyly. “Spill. I want to hear what you consider mischief.” I took a deep breath, laying my head back on the headrest. “Back in high school, my sister, Sofia, and I almost got arrested for being on the roof of my high school.” “Not bad. What were you doing up there?” “One night she was upset
