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smile full of hope and anticipation, flashed the massive ring, and I knew my goose was cooked.
    “You’re married?”
    “Vegas!” she squealed.
    “We’re moving?”
    “It’s a nice big house with land. Land! Like I could grow plants and try my hand at yard art. It’s an adventure, Chloe!”
    Adventure.
    The one word capable of striking terror in my heart.
    “Wow, you’ve really planned it out.”
    She snorted. “You know me, I’m a fly by the seat of my pants gal. Glenn’s the one with all the idea’s…did I ever tell you he keeps a planner? It’s highlighted and color coded.”
    “No, really?” but Glenn is like that, very by the book, black and white. My mother is like throw up, everywhere. Somehow they managed to meet in the middle and balance each other out. For this I was very grateful. The last thing I needed was the male version of my mom for a stepdad. Then we’d really be in trouble.
    When she told me about our new place my eyes bugged out of my head. I thought I’d die of shock. Our new home was located in a general area about forty minutes east of our old home in Naples and into the land people forgot. The area didn’t even have a name, just a county road.
    Believe me. I Googled it.
    Goodbye civilization, hello swamp hell.
    Thank god I went away to school.
    “You ready to hit the road?” Glenn asked my mom with his—what I can only describe as—come hither voice. Yikes.
    “Yes.” She clapped and smiled over at me happily. I had to smile back because she was just bursting with excitement. How could I ruin this for her when she finally found the man she’d been looking for? “Chloe, I’ll be riding with, hubby. Will you be alright?”
    “Sure.” I lied, cringing at Glenn’s pet name. Then she proceeded to plant a kiss on him.
    I raced for the passenger side door of the other orange monster and yanked it open, pulling myself up into the seat. I slammed the door shut and stared out the window feeling chained, a prisoner, just like the Mini Cooper.
    “Your dog’s got issues.” My new stepbrother said.
    He was the reason I’d been so keen on making that going away banner.
    That’s right, my new stepbrother, was none other than, Zack Warren.
    “Kirk has a sensitive tummy. He can’t help it.” I patted my bloodhound on the head. He could be a little gassy.
    “We’re going to pass out from the fumes.”
    “Shut up.”
    “Make me.”
    I crossed my arms and propped my feet up on the dash, sneaking a little peak at him. “I know you hate me. Why don’t we get this fight over so we can coexist without killing each other?”
    He ran a hand through his hair. Perfect blond hair, but not perfect at the same time. It was either artfully arranged to look mussed up and sexy, or he achieved the doo by rolling out of bed and winking at his reflection in the mirror.
    I couldn’t imagine Zack winking at himself.
    He didn’t seem that pompous.
    Or maybe he was…
    After all, Zack Warren made almost every hot Hollywood actor look homely.
    He had the most amazing blue eyes, like the sky on a perfect summer day. He was tall, around six feet. Throwing all those baseballs made him muscular, sleek like a panther.
    When Zack Warren smiled, flashed those pearly white teeth and dimples, the girls wanted to pee themselves.
    I felt like puking.
    He laughed. “I don’t hate you, Baker.”
    “Really?” I turned to look at him.
    “I hate terrorists, men who hit women, and relish on hot dogs. I just find you very annoying.”
    “I think you’re annoying too.” I smiled. Being honest was refreshing. And I didn’t really hate him…much.
    “Good, glad were on the same page. What do you want to hash out?”
    “You stole the sparkly streamers off my bike in the fifth grade.”
    It was childish to keep the grudge, I know, but it wasn’t just about streamers.
    “They were stupid. You can’t put pink streamers on a BMX bike.” He started driving, handling the monstrous van with ease. I’m glad I