Enemies Abroad Read Online R.S. Grey

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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
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I think I’ll feel normal again in the morning. I’ll have a better handle on the situation then. It might seem weird and confusing now, but I’m just tired. In the light of day, Noah will be my enemy again. Just like always.

Chapter Fourteen

I have a lot on my mind in the morning, and Noah’s not even at the top of the list. That spot is reserved for this question: What kind of swimsuit is appropriate to wear around middle school boys that I’m chaperoning? Obviously, it’s a trick question. The right answer is to not wear a swimsuit at all, but instead, a giant fleece Snuggie that will cover me from head to toe. Since silly ol’ me didn’t pack one of those, my options are: a decently revealing black bikini and a decently revealing red one-piece. I never planned on wearing either of them around the Lindale kids. I only packed them on the off chance I found an opportunity to swim on my own, but here we are. Yippee. I pull both options out of my drawer and dangle them at eye level. I find the material on both to be…lacking.

The only solution is to wear the one-piece with a cover-up over it the whole day. God forbid these pubescent boys see the outline of my butt or breasts. If the overzealous PTA moms caught wind of that…oof. I’d never hear the end of it. I’m a middle school teacher and should therefore be shaped like a cardboard cutout of a woman, not a real human being with organs that take up space!

Once I change and confirm that all my body parts are tucked away as much as possible, I stuff a towel, sunscreen, baseball cap, and book of crossword puzzles into a lightweight tote. Then I add sunglasses, a water bottle, a granola bar, and an apple.

I am extremely prepared. I feel like today might not be all bad.

Of course, I’ll find out later that I was extremely wrong about this, but for now, I’m happy and cool as a cucumber.

I make it out to the courtyard before most everyone else.

Lorenzo is there with a clipboard, going over plans with Ashley and Gabriella. When I join them, I hear the tail end of a discussion they’re having.

“—should hold out until this evening. I looked at the weather report this morning and it says it’ll be sunny all day. Nothing to worry about. Hey, Audrey.”

I smile at the group. “Morning. Can I help with anything?”

He checks his clipboard. “I think we’ve got most everything covered. The two vans I rented should be here any minute. Oh hey, do you happen to know how to drive a stick shift?”

“Manual? Yeah. It’s what my dad drives back home, and he forced me to learn. Said driving an automatic was like ‘letting the car drive you’.”

He grins. “Would you mind following behind the vans in a car with Gabriella? The vans won’t fit everyone, we’re two seats short, so I brought my uncle’s car with me today for someone to drive. I planned to drive it myself but one of the drivers for the van flaked on me, and—”

I cut him off. “Absolutely. Sure thing. I’ll drive the car. Does it matter that I don’t have an Italian driver’s license?”

“Just bring your passport and driver’s license from the States. That’s all you need.”

Perfetta.

It’s like the clouds have parted and the heavens are singing down on me. Now there’s no chance I’ll have to be in a vehicle with Noah for two hours. I’ll be in my own car. Untouchable!

I run back to my room and grab my passport, stuff it into a plastic bag with my license so they don’t get all sandy, and then hustle back down to the courtyard.

Noah’s down here now and my heart seizes in my chest, but at least I keep walking without embarrassing myself. He’s wearing dark blue board shorts and a white t-shirt. His baseball cap is on backward and I hate that he looks hot. The bastard’s probably doing it on purpose.

It looks like Lorenzo is filling him in on the plan. When I get closer, he glances sideways at me, and the revelation from last night comes rushing back. NOAH KISSED ME AND HE LIKED IT.

“Audrey.”

I blink and realize Lorenzo’s been talking to me.

He’s jangling keys in front of my face. “Are you all set with the car? It’s parked out front. You can follow right behind the vans. We’ll caravan to the beach.”

I smile, snatch the keys, and set off. “Yeah. Let’s do it.”

When I stroll out of St. Cecilia’s gate to find the car I’ve been tasked with driving, I feel like I’m being pranked. Lorenzo’s uncle’s car is a tiny canary yellow Fiat 500 that looks like it was manufactured when dinosaurs still roamed the earth. It should be wedged into the meaty fist of a toddler as he says BEEP BEEP. It cannot still be drivable.


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