CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
It was hard to consider it ironic because Ashton was so small, but the Nolan family lived on the same street as Cass Nobilini, right on the outskirts of Ashton’s main hub. It was a very quaint cottage-style house. An honest-to-God tire swing hung from one of the several trees in the side yard, which was separated from the neighboring yard with a beautiful yet cliché white picket fence.
As it turned out, Lizzy Trabisky was much the same as the house: beautiful, but cliché. She looked to be roughly thirty with gorgeous auburn hair and just enough makeup on to highlight her sultry eyes but not be overbearing. She wore a thin spaghetti-strapped tank top that was cut just above the belly button and a pair of yoga pants that were so tight, they may as well have been painted
