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His kindness is confusing Britt. Is he an enemy? Or an ally?
Falling in love should never be this dangerous…. She graduated college with a degree in health, which she promptly abandoned for storytelling.
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Tell us what you like, so we can send you books you'll love. Sign up and get a free eBook! Becca Fitzpatrick: Black Ice By Becca Fitzpatrick. Price may vary by retailer. About The Book. About The Author. Photo by Krista Sidwell. I craned my neck to look at him and put on my best little girl pout. I jumped up and kissed his cheek. He gave me four faded, rumpled twenties.
Up in the mountains, gas stations start to thin. Nothing worse than getting stranded. Sitting taller, I checked my reflection in the rearview mirror.
By the end of summer, my hair would be as pale as butter. Chance of sunburn?
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One hundred percent. Lifting a straw hat off the passenger seat, I squashed it on my head. But dang it all, I was barefoot. Perfect attire for 7-Eleven. Ten minutes later, I was in the store, filling a cup with Blue Raspberry Slurpee. I drank some off the top and refilled it. Willie Hennessey, who was working the register, gave me the evil eye.
When did you become such a crank? Every time you pull in, I want to kick myself. It seemed to shrink inside me, bouncing painfully down my throat. Or mildly annoyed. Anything but hurt. Obnoxious overbite. It sounded familiar and foreign at the same time.
Feeling him so close made me dizzy from nerves. If I let him get too close, I was afraid I might not yell at him.
Calvin Versteeg. I was sure of it. He gave me a wolfish smile. He had nailed the whole devilishly charming thing years ago. Ignoring his handsome face, I gave him a bored once-over. It was longer than I remembered. On the hottest days of track practice, when sweat dripped off the tips, his hair had turned the color of tree bark. The memory made something inside me ache. I shoved aside my nostalgia and eyed Calvin with cool detachment.
He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. Anyone could camp. Backpacking required skill and moxie. Korbie will never let you leave the cabin.
Our route is forty miles long. In fact, Korbie had agreed to no more than two miles of hiking per day, and had insisted we hike in circles around Idlewilde, in case we needed quick access to amenities or cable TV.
I wanted to put my training to the test. Obviously now that Calvin was joining us, he was going to find out about our true plans soon enough, but at the moment my biggest priority was impressing him. I was sick of him forever insinuating that he had no reason to take me seriously. Even the Jenny Lake Ranger Station is closed.
You can soak in the mineral pools. You and Korbie will be bored after the first night. He loved Idlewilde. And he knew as well as I did that there was plenty to do there. Then it hit me. Digesting this painful realization, I cleared my throat. A little meaningless flirtation here, a little banter there.
You and me together again? Talk about uncomfortable. Hanging between us now, the words sounded jealous and petty and mean—exactly like an ex-girlfriend would sound. Not when he was all smiles and winks.
He poked me. You got a boyfriend?
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The best way to remedy a lie is not to tell another lie. But I did anyway. I felt an overpowering urge to prove to him that I had moved on—with or without closure, and in this case, without.
While Calvin was busy being an oily womanizer in California, I was not—I repeat, not—moping around and pining over old photographs of him.
The guy pumping gas into the Jetta was a couple years older than me. His brown hair was cropped, and it showed off the striking symmetry of his face.
With the sun at his back, shadows marked the depressions beneath his cheekbones. The guy had straight, sculpted shoulders that made me think swimmer, and I had never seen him before. Saw him on my way in. Plates are Wyoming. He was even better-looking up close. And his eyes were most definitely brown—a weathered brown that reminded me of driftwood.
Cal smiled devilishly, and the next thing I knew, he had shaken off my hand and was ambling toward the front counter. I trapped a groan between my teeth and watched, peering between the two top shelves. With barely a glance up, the guy tipped his head in acknowledgment. He was giving me a taste of my own medicine, and he knew it.
He studied Calvin curiously, and I felt my cheeks grow even hotter.
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I straightened, my head surfacing above the top shelf. I smoothed my shirt and opened my mouth, but there were no words. No words at all. The guy looked beyond Calvin to me.
Our gazes locked briefly, and I mouthed a humiliated I can explain. Then something unexpected happened. My girlfriend.
He knew my name? Calvin appeared similarly startled. Sorry, man. He placed three twenties on the counter for Willie Hennessey.For more of my reviews, visit my blog at Xpresso Reads That's ok. A gullible girl with low self-esteem. It is a tragic, depressing fact, made more so that it feels like a betrayal of one's gender. My dad was a model of indulgent parenting. I know that to each their own and all, but in the 21st century, in this day and age, when women have fought so hard for equality I didn't care for them.
This entire encounter was starting to feel. My careless comment made him flinch, but he recovered quickly.