Chapter 21
CHAPTER 21 THE CLOSER WE got to Reading, the more fidgety I became. What if Connor hated my house? The decor still screamed “old lady,” and there wasn’t much I could do about that unless I managed to complete all my challenges. And what would happen with Terry? I only hoped he agreed to go quietly. When we drew up outside the house, the curtains were open and everything lay quiet. The only sign of habitation was the plume of smoke rising from behind the garage. Wait a second. Smoke? Why the hell was there smoke? Lost for words, I pointed at it, my hand trembling. Connor’s eyes followed my finger. “I take it that’s not supposed to be there?” I quickly shook my head. Connor was out of the car in an instant, pausing only to help me down and tow me along with him. Together we marched a
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