LITMIR.BIZ

       Prologue

       Melbourne, Australia October 1997

      IT WAS SO DARK that Liam Masters could barely see his hand in front of his face. His boots scuffed against an uneven stretch of concrete as he turned from the Fords’ driveway onto the paved path that led through their backyard. He could just make out the paleness of the studio ahead, a less-dark shape in all the blackness.

      If he’d stayed at the party, he’d probably be peeling off Sally Kendrick’s underwear by now. At seventeen, he had more than enough experience to know when he was going to get lucky.

      He had no idea why he’d decided to come home instead.

      Stupid, that’s what he was.

      A shadow moved against the side of the studio as he reached into his pocket for his keys. He froze, muscles tensing. Then he heard someone take a deep, shaky breath and the smell of honeysuckle reached him on the warm night air.

      Zoe.

      He pushed his hands into his back pockets. The safest place for them when Zoe Ford was around.

      “You’re home early,” she said.

      “What are you doing out here?” His voice came out sharper, harder than he’d intended.

      “Waiting for you.”

      He didn’t know what to do with her straight-up answer.

      “You shouldn’t be out here,” he said. “What if Tom comes home?”

      Her brother was wildly protective of her. Liam didn’t need to see her face to know that she was frowning. Could picture her dark eyebrows knitting together, the stubbornness in her green eyes.

      “I’m sick of waiting,” she said.

      Shit.

      He wished he hadn’t downed those three beers at the party. His brain was fuzzy, not as crisp as he needed it to be when he was within touching distance of his best friend’s little sister.

      “No one asked you to wait,” he said.

      They weren’t talking about him coming home from the party to find her on the front step of his temporary home. They both knew that.

      “Is it true?” she asked.

      “What?”

      “What Tom told me. Is it true you’re going out with Sally Kendrick?”

      “You need to go inside before your parents hear us,” he said.

      “Are you going out with her or not?” Zoe’s voice was shaking.

      “No.”

      He should have lied. Told her he and Sally were nuts about each other, that he’d just rolled out of her bed.

      “Is that why you’re home early? Because things didn’t work out with Sally?”

      She’d moved closer, within reach. He could see the pale oval of her face, smell the sweet honeysuckle smell of her favorite body lotion.

       She’s fifteen, man. Fifteen, and the daughter of the people who took you in when no one else wanted you.

      He needed to make her go inside, back to her own bedroom, back to her single bed and her walls covered with posters of heavy-metal bands and football teams.

      “I don’t know why I came home,” he said.

      She took another step closer. What little light there was glinted off her eyes.

      “Kiss me,” she said. “Please.”

      He

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