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.”

has just risen. There’s a mist curling off the cement as the day warms up. The sky, with its layers of vibrant

get to the newspaper before it’s ruined. No matter how many times my mom complains, the guy who delivers our newspaper always tosses it

Prius, so I know it’s not

a minute for the driver to exit the vehicle. Then Deacon steps out of the

god,” I say, standing

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

Don’t stare!” I grab her by the shoulders and twist her body to

we’re talking,” I

“We are talking.”

stare without being obvious I’m staring,”

grumbles. “Fine. But hurry up. It’s freezing

after he married. I remember sitting in my old tree house, watching as he loaded his boxes into the U-Haul, half tempted to go next door and put each box

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

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

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