He was my preschool buddy, my co-conspirator in detention, and he survived my attempts at learning how to drive. We not only learned how to walk together, we learned how to do everything together. At the ripe age of twelve months, Tyson and I became friends. Our mothers have been best friends since the day my family moved in next door. I tilt my head to the side, a deep sigh rushing from my lips. His dimples take root, and his smile lights up his face. Reaching up, he runs his fingers through his shaggy, brown hair and laughs at something someone says. My eyes wander over to the pool table, landing on Ty. Adam Levine's seductive voice croons through the speakers, and I sway to the beat. '*.' Quinn laughs, handing me a lemon and popping one in her mouth.įlipping her off, I swivel in my seat, watching all the sweaty bodies fight for attention on the dance floor. “HOLY SHIT, THAT BURNS!' I crinkle my nose up at the fire the tequila leaves behind. Langston, and Mia Sheridan…thank you-from the bottom of my heart-thank you. Wolfe, Michelle Lynn, Livia Jamerlan, A.L. Alexis Durbin, Nevaeh Lee, Mia Kayla, B.A. Each and every one of you stepped up and offered me your help, advice, expertise, and guidance without batting an eye and I am truly grateful. Writing this book is a dream come true for me, but I absolutely could not have done it without the help of some amazingly wonderful women.

A touch of fate