Keep in mind that people change, but the past doesn't.
Busted. I'm a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless-and shockingly handsome-alter ego.
and just like that, I shut off the switch to my brain.
Jev stroked his chin. "Do I look like a summer fling?
Don’t start. I saw Marcie climb inside your Jeep.” “She needed a ride.” I adopted a hands-on-hips pose. “What kind of ride?” “Not that kind of ride,” he said slowly.
Something doesn't look right," Vee said. "Is the tire supposed to look like that?" I banged my head against the nearest tree trunk. "So we've got a flat," Vee said. "What now?