Girl Abroad Read Online Elle Kennedy

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, College, Contemporary, New Adult Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 128742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 644(@200wpm)___ 515(@250wpm)___ 429(@300wpm)
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As I pass him, I notice for the first time a scar on his back. Small and round, with jagged, weblike borders. Almost like a bullet wound.

“What is that?” I demand. “Were you shot?”

He half turns to see what I’m looking at, then glances over his shoulder at the scar, feeling it with his fingers. “That? No. I fell off a four-wheeler my sister was driving. Rolled into a ditch and was impaled on a branch.”

“Wow, seriously?”

“Oh yeah. Now, this one. This one’s from getting shot.” Jack turns sideways to point out a faint mark above his hip. “My mate shot me point-blank with a paintball gun.”

“A paintball did that?” The pink raised area is evidence of the torn skin that was once blown open.

He chuckles. “A hazelnut. He filled the paintball gun with them.”

“A freaking hazelnut?” I’m at a loss. What is it with boys? Why don’t they just freeze each other’s underwear like normal people? “You need new friends, Jackie.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, Abbs. Go on then. Show me yours.”

My heart does a stupid flip. “Um. Pardon me?”

Jack pours out some batter on the griddle before facing me again. “Your scars. I showed you mine. Fair’s fair.”

“I only have one.” Shrugging, I throw my foot up on a stool, roll up my linen pant leg, and point to the pale, thin line just above my knee. “Summer camp. I came in too hot on the zip line and crash-landed. Found a nail poking out of the deck with my leg.”

“Damn.”

“I mean, it’s no hazelnut bullet,” I say with feigned modesty. “But I did have to get a tetanus shot, so…clearly that makes me tougher than you.”

“A tetanus shot? Fuck, that’s sexy.”

“Isn’t it?”

Jack pulls his first pancake off the griddle, then stirs the batter still in the bowl. As he pours out another one, some batter manages to splatter his chest.

“You gonna eat the pancakes or wear them?” I say with a taunting grin.

I grab the dishrag beside the sink to wipe it off. I’m already engaged in the act by the time the message reaches my brain that wiping batter off Jack’s bare chest has a vaguely sexual connotation, but I don’t know how to escape it now as time slows while he watches me.

In the silence, I feel my pulse race in response to some intangible signal. I’m not sure which one of us is breathing hard. I think it’s me. A vivid hallucination of running my hands over his warm flesh flashes in front of my eyes. His muscles quiver under my touch. Either I’m kidding myself, or he feels this thing too.

“Morning, you two,” Lee announces as he and Jamie enter the kitchen.

Jolted from the moment, I drop the rag and step away from Jack. I’m hyperaware of my heartbeat.

“Watch out for that one,” Jack says to the boys, turning back to his pancakes. “She’s no respect for the house rules. Just groped me right out in the open.”

“That so?” Lee arches an eyebrow at me.

“I knew she was trouble,” Jamie says. “The redheads always are.” They have a good laugh at my expense while I go sit with my cereal, hoping my face doesn’t look as red as it feels.

Thankfully, the door buzzes.

Jamie perks up. “We expecting someone?”

Nope, but I am.

“Later, boys.” I drop my bowl in the sink with an eye right at Jack. “I’m heading to Rye with Nate for some research.”

Jack’s gaze narrows, but I’m already strolling out of the kitchen.

“Did she say Nate?” I hear Jamie demand.

I grab my bag from the hallway and slip on my shoes before heading out the door.

Outside, Nate is waiting at the curb. With his motorcycle.

Oh.

I pause on the sidewalk. It isn’t fair, really. The sight of him leaning against the bike. Like, stop, dude. You were already hot. This is just overkill. A girl can only take so much.

“Morning,” he says in that deep voice of his. It’s not quite a smoker’s voice—I’ve yet to see him smoke anything—but there’s a slight rasp to it that makes certain parts of me tingle.

“Morning,” I answer awkwardly.

He hands me a helmet. “Ready?”

Hesitant, I stare at the bike. “My dad would kill me if he knew I was on a motorcycle.”

“Yeah?”

“He’s hated the things ever since a bandmate of his died in a crash a few years ago. Made me promise never to ride one.”

Which is maybe a lot to announce first thing in the morning to a guy doing me a favor.

“I’d never put you in danger,” Nate says softly. “I’m a safe driver. Never even gotten a speed ticket.” His earnestness sets me back. “Trust me?”

I can’t imagine what reason I have to do so, but even though I barely know the guy, I feel safe with him.

“Yeah, of course.” With that, I slide the helmet on.


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