That evening, Jocelyn had hoped to have a quiet night with her dad and Fluffer, but apparently the universe was not going to let that happen.
Her younger sister Alex was at the house when Jocelyn came in. Five years younger than Jocelyn, Alex was outgoing and had a penchant for getting into trouble. It didn’t help that she was a pretty girl, with her dark chestnut hair and sparkling eyes. Compared to Alex, Jocelyn had always seemed pale and drab. More than once, she’d been asked why she couldn’t be more fun like her little sister.
Jocelyn loved her sister. She did, but they’d never seen eye to eye on much of anything. When Jocelyn said right, Alex would say left just to be frustrating. When Alex had come home one day to announce that she’d purchased the lone bookstore on Hazel Island des
