CHAPTER 25
FIVE DAYS LATERBRETT
The twinkling Christmas lights outside of Max's house for his family's annual Christmas party flash in the windows. With Dresden sitting on the passenger side, I pull my Jeep up to the curb and notice a row of very expensive sports cars lined up alongside mine.
Max waves to me from the bottom of the driveway, dressed in something that probably cost more than most people's mortgages. There's a nervous expression on his face and he's barely standing still.
I already know why.
The guest list.
He runs over., running a hand through his brown hair. "Jessica Collins?"
I shake my head with a laugh. "No."
"Danica Evans?"
"Nope."
"s**t," my teammate curses, giving me the once-over before declaring, "Are there going to be any good-looking girls at this party,
