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CHAPTER ONE

GRACE MILLER

The teenage pregnancy cookbook gives us more than one way to put a bun in the oven

Take two guys who’d just graduated high school, add two eighteen-year-old girls, and give them a house to themselves

And alcohol

Looking back, it was the obvious recipe for disaster

At the ti would end the way it did Not even when the guys suggested we strip for a dip in the pool

The fact they had new bikinis for Kelly and me didn’t spark instant suspicion

Us girls went into the poolrooe into the neear, as if it were perfectly natural to do so—because it was We’d been to the boys’ home and swam in their pool many times over the years

When ere done with swie of the pool

Sae of the pool “Beer, anyone?” he called as he lifted himself out of the water

Much as I wanted to watch, I turned away fro wet flesh and taut ht notice the lust inout

I didn’t reply, but the other two said yes in such a way that spoke for all of us We’d already had a couple of bottles, but it was the weak stuff, fortunately, as I wasn’t an experienced drinker, and it would not take et me passed out in a corner

And more to the point, none of us were nineteen yet, much less twenty-one

Still standing in the pool, Ryan held his illegally sourced beer aloft when Sam passed him an open bottle “Here’s to the rest of our lives”