STRANGE HOUSE CALL
“Of all the people in River Heights, you’re interviewing us
?” I said, ripping a slice of pizza from the pie. “Must be a slow news week at the Bugle
Ned Nickerson flashed one of his über-cute smiles. He’d been my boyfriend since junior high, but the way he looked at me with his brown eyes still made my heart do a triple flip.
When Ned wasn’t dating me or studying English lit at our local university, he was honing his journalist chops at his dad’s paper, the River Heights Bugle
His latest assignment:...