CHAPTER SIXOkay, I thought. It’s Tuesday. The convention doesn’t officially start until tomorrow. Even then, most people don’t show up on the very first day. A lot of people will miss this.
Then, I realized the local broadcast media would be on this like hounds on a fox. Like vultures on road kill, to be more precise.
“s**t!” I threw the paper aside. “Why did you have to be some rich guy’s stepson?” Frustration and rage rose in my throat. I smacked the heel of my hand on the wheel several times. People walking past my car slowed and stared at me.
I took a couple of deep breaths. My hand shook slightly as I turned the ignition, but I started the car. I even managed to pull a s**t-eating grin and give the gawkers a brief salute before I left.
En route to our lovely new digs, I hit a drug
