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Haven
We hit two more spook houses before the night was over. On the trip back to the apartment, the interior of Wick’s truck grew quiet, making me think everyone was getting tired and were ready to drop off.
But as soon as he found a parking spot a block from our place, the sisters perked back to life.
“Can we drink?” Charlie begged Darcy as we piled out of the truck. “Please, please, please. You let us last year.”
“Last year,” Darcy started with a wince. “Was a mistake.”
“Oh, come on,” Izzy started in too. “This is the only time Charlie and I get to have a little alcohol.”
Their oldest sister sent them a pleasant smirk. “Not true. You can have as much as you please when you both turn twenty-one.”
Abandoning her, they turned to their brother. “Wick,” they pleaded, tugging on hi
