Chapter Six
ROWAN
“Colbie, are you okay?” I asked.
Colbie let out a very deep sigh, but then my sixteen-year-old sister was the master of sighs, usually dramatic and overblown. “Yes, I'm okay. Why are you asking?”
“Why do you think I'm asking?” I returned, tapping the credit card screen at the gas station as I held the phone in one hand and waited for the receipt to print for the gas I’d just gotten.
Another sigh filtered through the phone line. “Because Mom and Dad don't like my new boyfriend.”
She was spot-on. Our mother had, in fact, shared her worries about my sister's new boyfriend with me just the other day. That wasn't the only reason I was calling my sister, but part of it. I wasn't going to tell her she was right, though. “Why don't they like your new boyfriend?” Even though
