Страница 2 из 60
“Your brother’s boy?” she questioned in surprise. Avoiding the view of his bicep curling into the size of a softball, Carrie A
“I don’t remember meeting you.” Drew’s eyes flickered with bemusement and optimism.
She extended her hand. “I’m Carrie A
“You’re Carrie A
Her stomach twisted hearing the title. A flash of perspiration instantaneously flooded her palms. Before she had time to renege on the clammy greeting, Drew clasped her hand, giving it a polite shake.
A low rumble of laughter simmered in Summer’s chest and a rosy shade of red burnished high on the bridge of his nose. He nodded, “This is The Carrie A
No matter how many years had passed, it never got any easier to see him. Each time she did, she suddenly found it harder to breath.
The pounding of her heart quickened as her gaze slipped over his rugged well-defined features. A three day scruff accentuated the slight dimple at the bottom of his chin. The disheveled layers of hair were wet from exertion near his temple and nape. Time had been very good to him.
She felt the warmth of Summer’s hand close around the back of her bare arm. The early morning stubble of his beard brushed against her cheek as he leaned closer pressing a small kiss near her temple. Carrie A
“I’m…I’m all sweaty,” she insisted breathily.
“It’s okay,” he murmured softly in her ear. The heat of his breath brought chill bumps to the damp skin near her neck. “I remember enjoying you all sweaty.”
Ryan’s golden eyes locked onto hers, anchoring her feet to the floor. The penetration of his stare momentarily tied her tongue in a knot, turning the awkward moment even more difficult. Carrie A
Carrie A
“That was a long time ago,” she snipped abruptly.
“Seems like only yesterday to me.” His voice so faint the words were nearly inaudible.
She returned her attention to Drew. “I’m sure I’m just one of many women who’ve made your uncle’s list.” Her tone came out a bit sharper than intended filling her with a strange pang of guilt.
The boy, oblivious to her insolence, gave a doubtful shake of his head. “I don’t think so. He still—”
“No matter how many years go by, Carrie A
Carrie A
“Blame that on his dad, not me,” he joked.
Her eyes sca
“And you know I don’t need pick-up lines to impress a woman.”
He stood a mere twelve inches from her, filling her breath with traces of clean heated male skin. A scent that was all too familiar. The thumping of her heart impeded the movement of her feet. Another bolt of awareness struck low in the pit of her stomach watching his grin turn full detecting her discomfiture.
The cocky smirk spreading over his face was damn near like striking a match to kindling doused in gasoline. Dangerous. Especially if you stood too close.
“Yeah, I remember. All you had to do was flash a football jersey at women to get them into bed. I’m sure you get much further with an Oscar.” She dished out another jab before rationalization kicked in. It took less than five minutes for her ex to burrow under her skin like a sliver. Why the hell do I let him get to me like this?
The smile chased away from his face. Replaced with sort of deep contemplative sadness. His gaze drifted to her ponytail. As if in a trance, Ryan reached out and looped a piece of her silky dark hair through his fingers. “Your hair’s getting long. You growing it out?”
It was getting awkward.
It always did.
Every time they bumped into each other she felt like he wanted to pick up the pieces of their relationship right where they left off.
“Yep, I’m growing it out. Women do that occasionally. I should get going. Good luck finding a date, Drew.” Hiking the strap of her gym bag over her shoulder, she forced a subtle smile looking at Ryan. “And please, for the sake of all women in LA, teach him some better material. Maybe even go the extra mile and teach him the proper way to ask a girl out. You know…flowers, movies, maybe even go as far as making sure the woman is born in the same decade.”
“I’ll be sure and do that.” His smile warmed, heating the color of his eyes to smooth cognac beneath the thick rim of dark lashes.
Carrie A
Slipping into the solitude of her car, she gripped the steering wheel with both hands. Attempting to rid herself of the onslaught of emotions rising to the surface, Carrie A
Her head fell back against the beige, leather headrest. Every time she saw him, their goodbyes always seemed unfinished, the air always felt heavier, and the pain in her heart always tore a little deeper.
Carrie A
Carrie A
Thirty was the golden number. The line she drew in the sand. That was, until she met football star, Ryan Summer.
Summer was USC’s most beloved quarterback. A football hero and rumored to be the overwhelming favorite for the Heisman Trophy, until a knee injury crippled his career. They dated for nearly two years. He was the love of her life…until he broke her fucking heart.
After their break up, Carrie A