Chapter One
I hated Michael Vallant for nine years before I finally met him.
I had always thought I would recognize him instantly, but I didn't. I was too
involved with my own schemes that afternoon down by the river.
It had been my idea to come down to the river in the first place, to beat the
muggy August heat by splashing around, but three hours had passed, and the heat
had pulled ahead by five points and was winding up for another shot on goal.
Just the way I'd planned it.
When the moment was right, I stood up. "I have an idea. Let's play War."
Maryanne laughed. She thought I was kidding.
Wendy knew better. She grinned evilly. "I'm game. What are the rules, Angel?"
Wendy was always up for anything a bit reckless.
The other sunbathing teenagers sat up, looking interested. I was their Idea
Girl, the one who could always think of something to do.
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