“How about I drive you to the hospital to see your stepmother?”
Sawyer nodded. “I’d like that, thanks.”
She fell into step beside him. Their fingers brushed and then laced, and then they were holding hands.
“Should we stop and get her some flowers or a card?” Cooper asked.
“No.” Sawyer shook her head, emphatic. “Definitely not.”
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Special thanks to Leah Hultenschmidt and the entire Sourcebooks Fire staff, including their authors, who have all been so welcoming and so great to me. Here’s hoping we can be together again on the Awesome Bus sometime soon. To my agent Vickie Motter—thanks for putting up with me. A very special thanks and overall debt of gratitude to the incredible women in my life—Grandma Schwartz for always telling it like it is, Auntie Carolyn for being my first inspiration, Amberly Finarelli for giving me a chance, Joan Svoboda for being Joan Svoboda, and Marina Chappie and Britt Parmeter for understanding my fear of the phone, my penchant for smelly markers, and my love for Disney Channel Original Programming, and loving me anyway.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Hannah Jayne lives in the San Francisco Bay area, where she rents three square inches of bed space from two enormous cats. In addition to her young adult thrillers, Jayne is also the author of the Underworld Detection Agency Chronicles. You can reach her at www.hannah-jayne.com or on Twitter @hannah_jayne1.