Cross My Heart
The first time she hauled him through a few classroom walls on break, he swore a blue streak that would make a sailor blush.
She giggled—genuine, one hundred percent, girlish giggle—and pulled him along behind her, not stopping until they reached the two trees she'd been crying her eyes out at last night. "You climb trees?"
St. John stared at her. She had to be kidding him, right?
But no. Kitty had already scrambled up into one tree and was clambering from there into the other.
"C'mon up, you big baby," she taunted.
"You're nuts." But he came.
She giggled—genuine, one hundred percent, girlish giggle—and pulled him along behind her, not stopping until they reached the two trees she'd been crying her eyes out at last night. "You climb trees?"
St. John stared at her. She had to be kidding him, right?
But no. Kitty had already scrambled up into one tree and was clambering from there into the other.
"C'mon up, you big baby," she taunted.
"You're nuts." But he came.
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