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Guess you can’t take the South out of the boy…one of his brothers plays for Texas, and I wonder if he’ll end up living here when he’s done with school, too, or if he’ll be out East like his other older brother.

Sooo many Colter boys!

And all but one are taken, and he’s the cutest one of all…

HEY DIARY, IT’S ME

Not to always keep talking about guys and stuff—I P R O M I S E I’ll talk about other stuff soon, k, but Diary. Drew Colter was at the house today ALONE and I almost died. Like, I came out of my bedroom and he was sitting at the counter literally alone and no one told me he was going to be there. I was in PAJAMAS and a sweatshirt. He was on his phone waiting for Grady to get done doing whatever and I just stood there coz I didn’t know what else to say, and then looked up and went “hey” and I went “hey” and then he went back to doing whatever on his phone.

It was so awkward.

They went into the den after that to watch movies and that’s where mom put the pizza we were having for dinner but there was NO WAY I was going in there after HUMILIATING myself.

XO Tess

CHAPTER16

DREW

I’M INDEPENDENTLY OWNED AND OPERATED.

I’m sweaty as hell.

Almost as sweaty as I am running five miles in the heat to make weight for my position, or as hot as I am when I’ve had to wear a literal sweat suit to lose water weight.

’Cause I’ve been dancing.

Line dancing, the Watermelon Crawl, the Electric Slide, the Hoedown Throwdown, and the Cotton Eye Joe. You know, the usual, mixed in with a few melon tunes and whatever’s current on the Top Ten Country charts.

Sweat may be dripping down my forehead cause it’s definitely dripping into my ass crack.

Tess looks just as hot—in both the literal and metaphorical sense. Her long, wavy hair has been pulled back and braided to stay off her neck, the pink metallic cowboy boots removed and set to the side.

We’ve been drinking water, but I still feel lightheaded, gesturing to her that I’m going to bounce from the dance floor in favor of the less crowded area where people are socializing and not dancing.

Grady is nowhere to be seen.

Hell, I don’t even know if the bastard is still in the room or if he’s back at his place with that girl he was making out with during the cha-cha-cha.

I need something cold.

I need the wind on my face.

I need a shower.

“You wantin’ to leave?”

Tess is next to me, locating a water pitcher that someone has set down on a nearby table, filling our cups to the brim and pushing one in my direction.

“Drink this.”

“I’ve drunk enough.”

“Well, drink more. I don’t need you fallin’ over from heatstroke.”

Not one to argue with a lady, I drink more.

It pleases her that I’m listening, and she smiles, taking a drink from her own cup before saying, “I think my brother is gone.”