Chapter One

1997

Erica

“Peaches.” I turned toward the voice that came up behind me. I’d grown used to the nickname. Momma said it was because Chase liked me. He wasn’t like the other boys who teased and pushed me around when they liked someone. Chase always made sure everyone knew he liked me by holding my hand when we walked from the playground back into our camp building every day.

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Graveyard Shift by Jordan Bates

Dating just wasn’t my thing, especially not first dates. So why was it that I was standing on a curb at eight o’clock at night, waiting on a man that was already twenty minutes late. I checked my phone again – two new messages from Tristan.

Stuck in Traffic.

Be there soon.

One, I hated when people didn’t just send everything in one message. I didn’t understand the fascination people had with blowing up ones phone, why couldn’t you just send one text with everything in it?

Two, it was a Monday night, so what the hell traffic could he be stuck in.

I stuffed my phone back into my purse, annoyed more with myself than with Tristan. I had met him on one of those dating sites, I don’t remember which one.

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