Sleet Banshee by S.J. Tilly

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

MEGHAN

Dear Diary,

It’s official, I adore Annabelle. She’s a freaking riot. Since she‘d hitched a ride to The Syndicate, I gave her a ride back to her office, stopping at BeanBag to load up on caffeine. And I think Benny’s heart fell out of his butt when he saw her. She is super sexy, so I get it.

By the time we got to her building we were in complete agreement to go with round foods for the event. Bahahaha! For real, this event is going to be the shit. And what says Let’s Neuter like meatballs and cake pops. We’ll be subtle about it, but the fun people will get it.

I’m really looking forward to this event, and not just for the testicle-shaped foods. I’m excited to spend more time with Annabelle. There’s just something about her that makes me feel like I’ve known her forever. I’ve decided that it’s one of those déjà vu Matrix situations, so I’m not going to overthink it.

Something else I’m not going to overthink: Sebastian. I never did respond to his text from last night. Maybe I’ll do that now…

XoxoX