Genedy J. Candelario

He used to read bedtime stories to me. It was just a silly crush, but now we’re speeding across the country together. I’ve always been the dorky kid sister. Kai is eleven years older than me, ripped, rugged, and so intense every girl in town wants him, but he’s never had eyes for anyone. So there’s no way he would look twice at me. The last time he was here, I was seventeen. Now, at nineteen, he looks at me differently. At first, I think his broody, intense energy is anger, but then he offers to take me on a trip. I think he’s just trying to be nice. I don’t guess he’s hiding ...