Sloane
I plow through dinner with my stomach in knots. I just keep hoping Wolf Ridge Boy isn’t going to make a sound.
I seriously cannot face my aunt with an explanation of why I have a boy in my room.
I know, it probably wouldn’t be the end of the world—but it’s absolutely beyond what I can handle right now.
The real problem will be to keep my ever-observant cousin from noticing. Thank God she spends all her time watching Youtube videos with the headphones glued to her head. If it weren’t for that, she would’ve already heard Bo.
I eat half my mac ‘n cheese—Rikki’s dinner request, obviously—and pick up my plate. “Is it okay if I bring this to my room?”
I don’t know why I’m worried about feeding Bo.
He’s hijacked my personal space in the worst kind of way. And yet I can’t help but th
