The Girl in the Mist (Misted Pines #1) Read Online Kristen Ashley

Categories Genre: Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Misted Pines Series by Kristen Ashley
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Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 129001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
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I was nervous the girls were coming. I was beginning to wonder why Bohannan was delaying our consummation, because his excuse didn’t seem like an excuse anymore. I felt like the second shoe was imminently about to drop.

And considering, until recently, Celeste had had constant company in one form or another during their dates, and Will had not taken things out of the public domain, say, taking her to his house for a study date or something, I had not had much to worry about on that front.

However, that night, Celeste and Will were going to some party in the woods.

First, I had not had my conversation with her about Will, which was foolish procrastination on my part, but lest we forget, I was a relatively new entity in her life. So, although I was already madly in love and enjoyed spending time with her, feeling God had granted me this beautiful boon of being in the life of another young woman (though this one I didn’t have to push out and potty train) I was still, as noted, new to her life. And with a teenage girl, bonding was always tentative at best.

I had to be careful about rocking that boat.

And second, things happened in the woods. Case in point, Alice being carried off. And pretty much every TV show or movie that had any kids in any numbers—from a few, to a few hundred—depicted all the pitfalls of partying in the woods.

In fact, I was surprised Will wanted to go to this party.

Apparently, however, it was an MPHS tradition. Post-Halloween, pre-Thanksgiving, after-football-season, let it all hang out before fall semester finals and Christmas break, where many kids could scatter to the winds.

Celeste had gone to the party last year.

The boys had gone every year for four years running when they were still in school.

And I was assured it was high school only. Jace had told me he and Jess wouldn’t be caught dead there after they’d graduated.

“It’s taboo. Total loser move. I don’t know anyone who showed who wasn’t in high school. Even back in Dad’s days.”

And yes, I quizzed Bohannan on this. And yes, this party happened back in “his days.” And yes, if you showed and you weren’t in high school, not before, not after, you earned an immediate loser label.

So, at least there was that.

Taking everything about this into consideration:

The good news was, Celeste did share, what I felt was rather garrulously, about her burgeoning relationship with Will. And she was blooming under his attention—dreamy and happy, not moody and secretive. In her sharing, she hadn’t again mentioned Will talking trash about his stepmother or dumping his shit on Celeste.

The bad news was, Will did not ask her for a study date at his, or to come for a study date at hers. And at this juncture in a high school relationship—where most nights, she was driving back into town to have dinner with him or to study at Aromacobana after he was done with hockey practice, and they always did something at least one day on the weekends—this was like three months (at least) in Adult Relationship World.

In other words, in my view, it was past the time to meet the parents.

It seemed like he was avoiding that.

It could be he was protecting her from whatever was going on at his house. It was clear he avoided being there as much as he could (when he wasn’t with Celeste on the weekends, it was because he was out with his bros).

And this was a real possibility, for obvious reasons.

Though, I had deeper insight into this.

I’d called Megan and had coffee with her (my first book club meeting was Monday, and thankfully, we weren’t discussing a Priscilla Lange). During our coffee date (at Aromacobana, she either held no ill-will, or it was to her what it just was, the best place to get coffee in town), she’d filled me in on all the goss, which was that Dale wasn’t letting grass grow. The glue that held their marriage together had been murdered. He was now courting his first wife right under his grieving wife’s nose.

(Which begged the question of how Bohannan thought this guy was a “decent guy,” and being me, I asked it. His reply was, “He hadn’t pulled this shit when I said that. Now that he’s pulling it, I retract it.” Further evidence that my guy was a decent guy.)

On the other hand, it could be that we hadn’t yet met Will because he was a little pissant, he knew Bohannan would read it, and he was giving Celeste’s dad a wide birth.

I couldn’t know unless I met the guy, face-to-face.

And as you could see, I hadn’t.

However, between now and when Will came around to pick Celeste up that night at seven, I had to figure out how to talk her into not drinking at all, but if she did, not accepting a drink from anyone else. Not partaking of any other substances. Sticking with the crowds. And communicating no matter how cute and earnest Will might be, everything was always her choice. And if he ever made it seem like it wasn’t, got pushy, whiny or physical, and she got uncomfortable, she was to get away from him, get with a group of girls and call her father or me immediately.


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