Chapter Three
Cassie
Bringing Cody Wilde on our camping trip was so not cool. Not. At. All.
I sat on a flat rock in front of my tent yanking my hair into tight braids, wishing it wasn’t so thick and wavy hair like Dad’s. The humidity drove my hair wild and it stuck out all over the place. It looked like I’d stuck my finger in an electrical socket or something. Putting it into braids was the only thing that kept it out of my face.
I watched my father, my father, pat Cody on the back, giving him his full attention. They were digging a hole, setting it up to start the campfire. Dad was laughing and smiling, talking about football and whether or not Texas University would have a winning season. Cody, that little stinker, kept looking up at my dad with a stupid grin plastered on his face, h
