Caylee
“What did you help Noah with?” I ask my sister suspiciously again as she rides home with me post Thanksgiving stuff-fest.
“Your cranium size. We have the same size head remember? He didn’t want to get it wrong and you not be able to ride with him.” Quinn grins with mischief.
“When?”
“About a month ago. Takes a while to get a custom painted one like this.” She holds it up and I shake my head.
“He’s the best.” I admit softly.
“You act like you hadn’t realized that until this second. I can only hope I meet someone who looks at me like Noah stares at you. Forget Mama and Dad. He’s surpassed them and Sean.” She snickers.
“Funny. What about Devin Cole, the new football transfer? He seems quite taken with you.” Alex told me all about him last night. Mama had smiled adding onto the
