16 Lighthouse Road (Cedar Cove #1) Riptide (The Secret Life of Trystan Scott #3)
Fifteen, I have to stop for some smokes.
Well, she doesn’t own him, I say, annoyed. And how many other Kits do we know?You don’t think that’s weird? he asks.
Don't Look Back
I sit up. That the guy dating my best friend sees me stranded on the side of the road and pulled over to help?Neil huffs. Well, I guess when you put it that way…There’s no other way to put it.
A Beautiful Lie (Playing with Fire #1)
He looks all crestfallen and lamby. I am about to lean over and kiss him when his phone lights up to tell him he has a text. I don’t mean to look; I’m not like that—a snoop. But I see a girl’s name. He grabs for the phone, but I’m faster. It’s automatic. My hand punches in his passcode and …Why is he saying my name? Why is he even saying my name? We are both standing up now, me still holding his phone looking at the tits. The pictures are still coming. I didn’t know tits could be selfied from so many angles. I’m shaking. The phone drops from my hand, into the sand.
I have to tell you something, he says. He’s advancing on me, slowly. Like I’m some a-bomb about to explode. BOOM!
You’re a cheating douchebag?So he just remembered everything … out of the blue? my sister said after I told her.
Yes, that’s how it works.I guess I’m just finding it hard to believe that you can forget your girlfriend for months and then, bam! All of a sudden, it all comes back.
Play On (Play On #1)
Can you just be happy for me? I snapped. We can finally move forward in our relationship.What if he doesn’t want to move forward, she said. My heart plummeted. He had said he wanted to talk to me. Weren’t those infamous breakup words?
Courtney, I hissed, you’re really pissing me off.I’m just trying to look out for you. The guy was having a relationship with another woman for goodness sake. Wake up, Leah. He’s not as perfect as you think he is.
I hung up on her. Courtney was bitter. She’d recently broken up with her boyfriend and was taking it out on Caleb. I wasn’t going to let anything dampen my spirits. He was back, and he was mine.I walked into his condo without knocking. Now that he remembered who I was, there was no need for pretenses. He was standing in the kitchen, drinking a beer, his hair still wet from his shower.
I dropped my purse and ran to him. He just managed to set his bottle on the counter when I launched myself at him. He caught me, laughing.We looked at each other for a good minute before he set me down.