Kendra POV
As the sun began to cast its golden rays over the sleepy village of Northbell, I sat up in bed with my mind still foggy with sleep. The previous night was filled with laughter and drinks as Evan and I stayed up late playing cards, losing track of time in each other’s company.
Drinks. No, they weren’t alcohol, not that I minded having some. Evan was a man of many talents. He could have been a bartender in his past life. However, as much as he liked me, he wouldn’t let me have a taste of alcohol until I reached at least eighteen. I could only shake my head. I knew I wouldn’t win if I argued I was about to be eighteen in a couple of days. He didn’t have to know that Brandon and I had a few drinking sessions when we were in school. It was easy to sneak them in, telling anyone who
