Sometime years before, I had dragged an old bean bag chair to that place. I watched Zach sink onto it, and then he pulled me down to lean against him. I felt his arms go around me, holding me tight. I was safe. I was warm. I was home.
Ally CarterTeenage girls read in packs. It's true today, and it was true when I was a teen growing up in a small town in northeast Oklahoma.
Ally CarterHe looked as though I'd just run over his pet puppy (though no actual puppies were harmed in the formation of that metaphor).
Ally Carter