Falling for the Babysitter

Chapter 1

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Remy

The trash smells disgusting. “God, did something crawl in there and die?” my friend Clara says beside me as I wheel the trashcan out to the curb. She’s stayed over for horror movie night, a monthly tradition we’ve held since we were twelve.

I hold my breath, face scrunched up tight. “Yeah, whatever that thing was my mom tried to feed us last night.”

“What was that?” Clara says.

“Tofu.”

“Is that some kind of bird, because if it is, it should be hunted until it’s extinct.”

I laugh. Poor Clara. Her family is strictly meat and potatoes. She never even saw a Brussel sprout until we met. She thought it was the cutest little baby cabbage until she actually tried it. Now she calls them devil warts.

“It’s made from soy beans, I think.”

the day warms up. The sky, with its layers of vibrant orange

in bare feet to get to the newspaper before it’s ruined.

into Sam’s—my neighbor’s—driveway. But my neighbor drives a Toyota Prius, so I know it’s not him, unless he

the vehicle. Then Deacon steps out of the

I

toward my neighbor’s house.

is. Don’t stare!” I grab her by the shoulders and twist her

talking,” I

“We are talking.”

I can stare without being obvious I’m staring,”

But hurry up. It’s freezing

then sold it to Sam after he married. I remember sitting in my old tree house, watching as he loaded his boxes into the U-Haul, half

did back then. A little more mature, maybe, and thicker with muscle than I remember. Clearly that confident swagger never went away. That’s

what’s in the back seat of the truck. I squint to see better. Is that the top of a car seat I see in

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