The weight of her slight frame was comforting, and the presence of her flowery scent was a welcome distraction. “So, that’s it, then?” She finally asked as she stared at me with red-rimmed eyes. What would Bobbi continue to develop into? Friday, 2:03 pm
My hand was raised defensively over my head as I approached the helicopter as if an arm was going to stop the massive propeller from eating whatever the hell it wanted. “Thanks,” she said, trying hard to keep herself together. The collar around her neck could have been spotted a mile away. Then I felt her slender fingers slip into my hand and squeeze it. God, I wanted to say yes, but Erin was right… Danni was a tenderhearted girl, and I didn’t want to start something with her when I was barely hanging onto my life by my fingernails. I tried to put thoughts of Danni out of my head… thoughts of what Emily and Bobbi might be talking about.
