✧RYAN✧
AT ONE in the morning, Ace called me. "Get the grill going," he said. "Keycee is craving grilled food, and we're on our way home."
"Mmm..." I nodded groggily, rubbing my eyes, convinced I was dreaming. Reality hit me like a rogue mosquito, quite literally, when I slapped myself awake. "Damn mosquito!" I shot up from bed. "Where am I supposed to find grilled food at this hour?!" I grumbled, dragging myself to the kitchen in a half-asleep daze, searching for the liver he mentioned. No liver in sight. "Well, isn't that just great? No liver."
I rummaged through the freezer, hoping for a miracle. Hotdogs, chicken, pork, ham—everything except liver. Hotdogs seemed like the easiest bet. "Why on earth does Keycee crave grilled food in the middle of the night?"
I froze for a moment when
