C28 Kyle

Trust me. Of all the bright ideas I’d had, maybe that had been the worst one yet.
I read the latest text message on my phone and groaned inwardly, then I looked over at Lowell. I loved watching her sleep. I loved it as much as I loved watching the 49ers, and that was saying something.
I turned back to the message. Lowell was going to freak, and it was all my fault.
I shouldn’t have come out here