Paige's fruit basket didn't taste like a mistake.

When she vanished to her room after its delivery, I taste-tested the oranges, pears, and grapes for her protection. It couldn't be from a guy, because what guy sends a fruit basket to someone like Paige? So who, then? And why hadn't she seemed very happy about it?

Later, I found her cross-legged on the floor of her bedroom surrounded by open suitcases and books. Her shorts rode up high on her thighs, exposing the ...