Chapter 4

Then the second limo opened and out spilled the girls and Shane. Cameras started popping and my boys, on the other side of the fence near the ring, stepped closer, mouths open. The girls wore strappy sandals and short skirts and midriff tops, not one of them dressed near-right to be around a barn

Dr. Ripley pushed through the crowd, put her arms around a pumped-up kid in a hot pink tank top who had a red do-rag tied around his head and about fifty gold necklaces and chains hanging off his neck. She lifted him off the ground with her hug. He grinned in that embarrassed way kids do, then kissed her on the cheek and they posed for pictures for a good ten minutes.