PROLOGUE
DIESEL
TEN YEARS AGO
I stare at her.
I stare at her a lot, actually. An embarrassing amount of time.
But Rowan doesn’t notice. She hardly acknowledges me, except for when she brushes me off and rolls her eyes at my lame attempts to flirt. I shouldn’t be flirting with her, considering she’s my best friend’s little sister. Riley’s three years older than her, which makes him even more protective. She’s only a year younger than me, though.
Tonight’s her eighth grade winter formal, and since I’m a freshman in high school, I can’t go to protect her from those little pricks. They mindlessly stare at her t**s and long, tanned legs and aren’t subtle about it. I spent the better part of middle school giving them threatening glares. And even though I told myself it was for Riley’s sake
