LEXIE
NEXT EVENING
"You ready?" Mia called from downstairs, and I gave myself one last look in the mirror before grabbing my jacket and heading down to meet her.
She was waiting at the bottom of the stairs in a bright yellow sundress that suited her perfectly, and Crow stood beside her looking freshly showered and suspiciously well groomed for a man who usually had grease permanently embedded under his fingernails. "You clean up nice," I told him.
"I clean up incredibly," he corrected. "Wait until you see me on the dance floor."
"That sounds like a threat."
"It's a promise," he said, holding the door open for both of us.
The walk to the town square took about ten minutes, and I could hear the party before we even turned the last corner, music drifting through the warm evening air,
