Only in my world does the family screwup have a rap sheet and three Oscars. And only a screwup like me would be nuts enough to fall for a cop. Not just any cop. Amy’s our police chief in this tiny town that doubles as my family’s social experiment and reality show. That’s some serious conflict of interest, so why can’t I stay away? It shouldn’t matter, since Amy slams the cell door shut anytime we’re close. I’ve heard rumblings of a brother behind bars, so she hardly needs my baggage. Thing is, I’ve changed. Forget how my family hovers…
I read. And quilt. A lot.