Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Toeing my shoes off, I laid down on the rocks, letting them dig into my backside. I didn’t care. At least it was something.
My heart ached.
I wanted my mom back . . .
I wanted Sunday morning waffles.
I wanted her to hug me right before a game.
A sob tore at my throat. Fuck. Not again with the crying shit.
A convertible Mustang sped by on the bridge above me, swerved, and hit the guardrail.
I sat up.
A grinding noise shattered the eerie silence as the rail gave way and the car soared into the lake.
I didn’t stop to think. Off came the clothes. I snatched my knife from my backpack, and in seconds I was in the water and swimming to where I could just barely see the top of the car.
Down I swam, putting all my grief into saving a life. If I could do this . . . there was fucking hope left in the world. I cut a hole and grabbed a hand that came through. I tugged the person out.
Once on the shore, I checked for vitals—no breathing but I had a pulse—and did CPR.
Beautiful relief hit me when she came to, her face deathly pale.
Strings of long hair wrapped around her neck and shoulders, and I moved them out of the way, noticing that even wet, her hair was blond. When dry, it must be nearly white. Her face was delicate, with a small nose and full lips. Lying in my arms, she didn’t look real.
How old was she?
My fingers brushed her shoulders and she trembled at the touch.
I wanted to ask her name—but I didn’t.
I didn’t have to.
Luminous gray eyes peered up at me.
“Sunny,” I whispered.
My eyes flared open as I awoke with a jump. Fuck me. She had been in front of me the entire time—and I’d forgotten her. I’d always remembered helping a girl out of a watery grave—hell, I’d even told Tate about it freshman year, but the other details . . .
I raked a hand through my hair. Did she remember me?
She did. My gut knew it.
And suddenly my heart was pounding. Was this why she’d been off with me lately?
“Bad dream?” Tate asked.
I blinked and rubbed my eyes, still wrapping my head around the knowledge.
“Must have been. Dude. You okay?”
No. I wasn’t. I shook my head, pushing his voice out as he continued to talk. So many things clicked into place—the automatic connection, that magnetic pull I felt, how she’d never been a stranger to me.
“You getting off the bus?” Tate asked as he gathered up his gym bag.
What?
I gazed around. We’d pulled up at the field house and parked. “Yeah. I—I need to see Sunny.”
Tate had already texted a groupie to pick him up, and he headed to her car as he stepped to the curb. Ryn was riding with me, and we headed to the Land Cruiser parked closer to the field house.
I’d just crawled in the front seat and cranked it when I heard a girl scream.
“What was that?” Ryn said as we both flipped around to look out the rear window. We saw Bianca and Felix arguing a few feet away next to her white Lexus. She’d apparently been here to greet him.
Let it go, Max.
But then he jabbed his finger in her shoulder.
My eyes swept the lot. Of course, all the coaches had bolted, either heading off in their car or they’d gone into the field house to dump equipment. The only people left were the handful who’d been in the back of the bus.
Ryn and I got back out of my car and headed to where they were. Because I had issues with Felix, I let Ryn step in first. I was the captain of this team, but sometimes that came with knowing when not to open your big mouth.
“Nothing to see here,” Felix snapped when Ryn asked what was the matter.
Bianca sent me a pleading look, almost as if telling me to go away. She played with her wrists, red marks on them. He’d tugged on her. Maybe she’d been in his face? My hands tightened. Whatever the reason, there was no excuse for manhandling a girl—not when you’re as big as Felix.
A flush rode his cheek, showing a definite handprint where she’d slapped him. I’d been on the receiving end of that as well, once, only I’d walked away.
Ryn looked at Bianca. “I’m not leaving until you tell me you’re okay.” He pointed to my car. “If you don’t feel like driving, we can take you wherever you need to go.”
She nodded and seemed to compose herself. “It—it’s fine. I’m sorry I startled everyone. Felix—Felix didn’t know I was going to be here, and we had an argument.”
“Do you need anything?” I said.
“No. I’m going home.” Her gaze went to Felix. “Alone.”
Felix narrowed sly eyes at her, his lip curling. “Do what you want—but I won’t be alone tonight.”