Chapter 3

If only I could get him to smile. What a picture he would be.

When the trailer trash spoke, his voice was throaty and sultry, but when he was upset, it was thunderous. What would the trailer trash do if he told his dad? He’d go, all right, but all of a sudden Dezi didn’t like that idea too much because if he did, Dezi would never see him again. So why did he have to leave? He didn’t have to tell his dad that Rox was here. If he played his cards right, Rox couldbe his little secret—his dirty little secret.

“Say,” Dezi said, “on second thought, maybe I’ve been too hasty.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s no skin off my nose if you stay here. My father’s, either. You haven’t done any damage to the property. The trailer is kind of an eyesore, but you could fix it up.”

Rox stared at him. “What are you saying, rich boy?”

“I’d even help you fix it up. In fact, if things work out the way I want them to, I could even pay you.”

“Pay me? For what?”