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.”

cement as the day warms up. The sky, with

hiss that startles me at first before I realize what made that sound. We have to sprint across the lawn in bare feet to get to the newspaper before it’s

Toyota Prius, so I know it’s not him, unless he got a new car. With his office geek appearance, he doesn’t really seem like a truck kind of guy, so I doubt

it takes a minute for the driver to exit the vehicle. Then Deacon steps out of the driver’s side and

god,” I say, standing there,

turns toward my neighbor’s house. “Holy shit,

I grab her by the

talking,”

“We are talking.”

without being obvious I’m

grumbles. “Fine. But hurry up.

sitting in my old tree house, watching as he loaded his boxes into the U-Haul, half tempted to go next door

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

seat of the truck. I squint to see better. Is that the

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