“Or not. Or you just have a semi-romantic evening at the fair. With your little brother and me and Reed.” I shot her a sympathetic smile. We were squeezing through the last group of booths before reaching the ride when we both bristled at a less than subtle judgment from our right, ringing out in an overdramatic southern drawl.
“Someone should honestly call Child Protective Services for that poor baby. God only knows what goes on in that household.” I felt Rowyn's rage before I saw it on her face when she whipped around. The voice belonged to Mrs. Stecker, and I anticipated that Rowyn's missing edge was about to show up.
“Row, c'mon, let's just get on the ride.” Tristen was now out of my arms and pulling me forward.
“Fat f*****g chance.” She slowed her pace until the woman was alongside
