Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 95950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 480(@200wpm)___ 384(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
The sound of his deep chuckle reverberates throughout my entire body before darting straight to my—
“I’m Kingsley.” He steps forward, closing some of the distance between us. His proximity makes my heart pound faster. “And you are?”
Humiliated?
Embarrassed?
Mortified?
It’s a dealer’s choice.
“Summer,” I mutter instead. When you daydream about talking with a really hot guy, this isn’t exactly how you picture it playing out.
Relief rushes from my lungs when his gaze flicks from me to the house I’m standing in front of. There’s something powerful about his stare, leaving me to feel as if he’s able to pick through all my private thoughts, and it’s a disconcerting sensation. I want to run and hide, but my feet refuse to move. I’m frozen in place.
He points at the house on the dunes. “Is that yours?”
“Yes.” I clear my throat along with those disconcerting thoughts. “We’re renting for the week.”
He nods as his attention returns to me where it stays put. That same feeling of nervousness fills me. “Who knows, maybe I’ll see you around, Summer.”
A wave of heat wafts over me at the sound of my name sliding from his lips. I tamp down the response and shrug, trying to play it cool even though it’s much too late for that.
“Yeah, maybe.”
He flashes a wide grin as if not fooled by my nonchalance before taking off at a brisk pace down the beach.
Now that his attention is no longer focused on me, I’m free to look my fill as all those well-honed muscles shift and bunch as he jogs away. We’re talking broad shoulders with a broad, muscular back that tapers into a trim waist. Loose black athletic shorts cover his trunk and thighs. My gaze drops, wanting to commit every detail to memory. Damn, even his calves are well-defined.
There’s no way a guy built like that is in high school. He’s definitely in college. I’d like to know what university he attends so I can submit an application. As his figure grows smaller in the distance, I realize I don’t even care if they offer astronomy as a major.
I chuckle and shake my head at the thought of planning my future around a boy I spoke with for all of two minutes.
Never.
Going.
To.
Happen.
I have plans. Lots of them. And I would never derail a single one for a guy.
No matter how good-looking he is.
Once the boy fades from sight, I blink out of my thoughts and head back to the house. In all likelihood, I’ll never see him again.
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HEARTLESS
SKYE
“Yay! The bitches are back together again, and tonight we ride!” Lanie wraps her arms around me and squeezes tight. “It’s been too long, girl! Way too long!”
A reluctant smile curves my lips. “I know. It’s good to be back.” The circumstances surrounding my return are less than ideal, but I’m happy to see Lanie again. She’s been my best friend since middle school, and I’ve missed her. FaceTime and texting are nice, but it’s not the same as talking in person. She links her arm through mine as we walk across the open field.
I glance at the cute cowboy boots that adorn her feet. When she told me that we were going to a field in the middle of nowhere, I didn’t believe her.
That was my first mistake.
Second mistake?
Not going with sturdier footwear.
Instead, I’m wearing a pair of flimsy sandals. They’re cute as hell, but that’s not going to do me a whole lot of good across this terrain.
Lanie insisted we celebrate my return by dragging me to a bonfire in a farmer’s field. Already, the place is crawling with drunk-off-their-asses, barely legal adults. Shouting and raucous laughter fill the balmy night air.
Even though I know it won’t do me any good, my gaze coasts anxiously over the ever-swelling crowd. Nerves dance across my spine as I silently pray Hunter will be absent from the revelry. Or, if he is here, we’ll somehow be able to avoid one another.
If I know Lanie—and I do—she’ll be up my ass to cut loose and have fun. How can I do that when Hunter and I now attend the same college? At any given moment, I could turn a corner and smack right into him.
The thought of that happening makes me nauseous.
As much as I want to play it cool and act like my ex-boyfriend doesn’t matter, the words slip from my mouth before I can stop them. “You don’t think he’ll be here, do you?” I shoot her a look that’s rife with concern.
Lanie doesn’t bother to ask who I’m referring to. She doesn’t have to. She’s all too aware of my past. She had a front row seat to our relationship and its demise.
“I don’t know.” She pauses and pops her shoulders into a careless shrug. “Maybe.”