Jack dropped me off at my car with a tight smile and a have a safe trip home. My cheeks burned as I drove to my parents’, but I couldn’t pinpoint the reason. Anger? Embarrassment? Residual hangover side effect?
“Repeat after me,” Cat said Saturday morning as we stood outside our apartment building. “No alcohol and no kissing cute boys to make other cute boys jealous.” I nodded my head. “Definitely no alcohol. And no kissing. No hugging. No touching of any kind. In fact, I think I should
“Come on, Charla! We’re going to be late,” my dad called up the stairs a few hours later.My parents had returned from their impromptu trip to Hope Falls for whitefish at their favorite restaurant. They got home a few minutes after Stephen and Julie picked up Rory, utterly shocked to hear that they’d offered to babysit.
“You jackass,” I said the moment we broke through the doors of the community center. Rory’s victory yell had brought the entire recital to a halt. Between the looks Julie and Stephen gave me, and Jack’s head on my shoulder as he collapsed into laughter, I had not been able to contain myself. Time to make our exit.&n
I barely made it to the parking lot when I heard Jack’s footsteps behind me. “Tierney,” he called. “Wait up.” My feet wanted to keep moving, but every other part of me wanted an answer. Needed to know if all of this—the flirting, the fun, the chemistry—was part of a fa
“Tierney, that boy is here.” Dad’s voice boomed up the stairs the next morning. “You up?” “Shit.” I bolted upright and shoved my hair out of my face, immediately blinded by the sun assaulting me through the window. It was still morning. Who showed up for a dat
Our next stop was a couple towns over, at a diner in Cherry Lake. As we pulled into the parking lot, Jack said, “I figured you’d appreciate a meal without people staring or trying to overhear our conversation.”“You figured right.” I looked over at him, a smile taking over my face. He’d very slyly reached across the truck to hold my hand on the way here, and we had t
Jack drove. I rolled my window down and reached over, taking his hand. As we entered June Lake, I watched his hair ruffle in the breeze. We were nearing my parents’ street. Soon, I’d be getting into my car and driving back to Port Agnes. Back to reality.
“You sure you don’t want to go back in there?” I asked as we stepped out onto the sidewalk. I looped my arm through Jack’s and cast a surreptitious look at his profile. The muscles in his jaw worked overtime as he thumbed through his wallet for the valet ticket. “I’m sure,&r