CHAPTER 121

But hey—there wasn’t a teenage girl in town who didn’t already know this information. My sister woke me up this morning, screaming, because she had three months to get an autograph. I shook my head and grabbed my underwear, watching as footage showed their tour bus rolling up to the house. Conor was the first to come into view, his daughter, Milka, snugged tight in his tattooed arms. She rested her head on his shoulder, her dark hair touching his, and he moved to shield her face from the flashes aimed their way. Chloe was trailing right behind him, blond hair pulled into a high ponytail, and even from there, I could see the smile in her bright blue eyes.

I smiled at the sight of my old friend. We missed each other this summer when she came back, because my family was on vacation, but knowing I’ll see her in a couple of hours makes it better.

Aiden was next, holding Elena’s hand, and I peered at the girl who finally tamed the rogue James boy while I grabbed some panties to stuff into m