Jade Cargill Daughter Age Novels & Stories

I watch her leave through the side entrance and I’m about to leave for my desk when my eyes catch the image on her screen. Is that? I move closer and bend my neck. Yeah. She’s looking through Jade’s I*******m profile and the picture she’s clicked on has Brynn in it. Seems they went out for a party. Brynn, Jade, and the friend whom I’ve not personally met, but I do know her—Juliet Monroe. Curly ginger hair, marble grey eyes, with a mysterious vibe around her. Her background is not so mysterious, though. She’s the daughter of two best, highest-paid lawyers in town, and words about what a perfect family they are have been printed in newspapers and displayed on TV screens.

She’s fifteen and completely boy crazy, always tongue-tied and adorably bashful around my handsome mate. “Congratulations,” she mumbles, still blushing when Cole lets her go and I cut in to steal a hug of my own from my little sister. “How was the drive in?” I ask, brushing Jade’s blonde hair behind her ears with my fingertips affectionately. “Good. I’m excited to see the packhouse tomorrow.” She beams a smile. “You think Mom and Dad will let me move here to go to Denver U like you?” I open my mouth to answer, but my dad beats me to it, he and my mom stepping up behind my sisters as if on cue.