TWENTY
“This isn’t a good idea,” Poppy said as Charley pulled her up the wooden stairs onto the porch.
“Trust me, it’s better if she just meets you,” Charley said, spinning around to look at her. “Am I a mess?”
“No, but—”
“Mom freaks when she doesn’t know my friends. If she knows you, we’re fine.”
After their smoothie and spa day, they’d gone for some food and drank a lot of coffee. Because Poppy made the mistake of telling Charley she had clothes with her, she—for some reason—thought it was a great idea to drag her across town to her mom’s house. Charley’s mom… as in Turner’s mom.
Charley grabbed her hand and opened the door to pull her into the house. “Mom!” She stopped only long enough to kick off her shoes, then pulled Poppy past the stairs into the living room. “Mom!”
Poppy bow
