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LANCE
Being the son of the owner comes with perks, like the fact that my truck is parked in the first spot of the circle drive, so I don’t have to walk far in the chilly morning to get to it. Taking her to every damn appointment I already made for her is a complete waste of my time. I don’t even understand how she’s surprised that the Lake Starlight townies didn’t plan a welcoming parade for her. Although I do agree the Buzz Wheel thing was especially cruel. She wasn’t the only one involved that night. Easton was a participant, and for some reason, he didn’t catch any hate.
I open my truck door and slide in, waiting for her. She catches up a minute later, opening the passenger door and climbing up. She’s wearing an absurd outfit for Alaska—black pants and heels with a blouse and
