Mac

Chapter 43: Mac

“Are you even listening to me?” My head dropped from where it was resting on my hand as Edge reached out and knocked away the perch to get my attention. “Or are you too busy daydreaming about your pretty, virginal rockstar and beefy ballplayer?”

I blinked slowly and pulled my thoughts back in order. I wish my head was full of stars, but instead, I was still trying to come up with a way to get what I wanted and not disappoint my father—or end up dead.