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 its layers of vibrant orange and yellow, looks

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 ruined. No matter how many

water droplets when I hear the deep rumble of a pickup truck. I watch as it pulls into Sam’s—my neighbor’s—driveway. But my neighbor drives a Toyota Prius, so I know it’s not him, unless he got a new car. With his office geek

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

my god,” I say, standing there,

turns toward my neighbor’s house. “Holy

is. Don’t stare!” I grab her by

we’re talking,” I

“We are talking.”

obvious I’m

But hurry

house, watching as he loaded his boxes into the U-Haul, half tempted to go next door and put each box back in

back then. A little more mature, maybe, and thicker with muscle than I remember. Clearly that confident

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

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