“I just can’t believe you did this,” Tessa said, still scanning the living room and kitchen she’d walked into.
“Well, something needed to get started, and you weren’t here.” Janey stood in the kitchen, several paces away, one hand on her hip. She wore jeans—something Tessa rarely saw on her sister’s body—and a tank top that covered the barrel they’d bee…
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Feel-Good Fiction Books by Elana Johnson to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.