“Temptations”Tam was a sophomore that year. Sweet sixteen, and as fresh and innocent as a newborn babe.
Pre-ripped jeans were the current fashion—Promise was always a few years behind the big cities—and it wasn’t a fad that fusty old Mr. Pinkerton approved of. He’d banned them altogether after one girl had arrived at school in clothes that revealed considerably more than they hid…but bit by bit, they were starting to appear again.
The threadbare patches in Tam’s faded jeans were the real deal, not some fancy designer’s gimmick; Brody knew, because he’d seen her wearing them nearly every day that summer, before and after her habitual morning swims. He’d watched the material get thinner and thinner…and felt his blood pressure soar higher and higher every time he’d watched her shimmy out of
