Nancy’s POV

The next day, Jessie and I are startled awake by a soft, but rapid, knocking on our door. I crawl out of bed, scrub the sleep from my face, and open the door. Ronnie is standing there in all his glory.

He’s dressed in jeans that probably cost more than all my clothes together, a plain black t-shirt, and sneakers that look like they’ve never been worn before.

I look him up and down before remembering that I’m in a t-shirt that is ...