Jaime Samms

Lucky studied Kreed. “I’ve never been in love before.”

“Yeah?”

Lucky chewed his cheek. “People don’t talk much about how scary it is.”

“I’ll tell you what I know. I know how sure I was that I loved Joe. For years. Even back when he’d never have acknowledged me. That? Nothing like this.”

“I care that you’ve never been kissed before,” Kreed whispered. “At least not so it counts, apparently.”

“You named your house Mildred.” Lucky pushed the curl of hair back from Kreed’s face. “You are burning up. It all begins to make sense.”

“What does?”

“That you think your house is alive. When did this fever start?”