A field trip. You interested in doing something dangerous, and possibly illegal?"

Does it involve underage girls, broken curfews and soorte4d fruit toppings?"

I dropped the empty can into the recycling bin and leaned against the kitchen peninsula, grinning like an idiot. "Two of the three. And I could probably scrounge up some strawberry jam, if you're desperate."

"I'm never desperate," Tod said, only his voice hadn't come from my phone. I whirled around to see the reaper standing behind me, still holding his cell. "But for the record, I prefer apricot."

"Yuck. Nobody likes apricot jam.

Author: Rachel Vincent