Back Kismet
Chapters (50)
  1. Prologue
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Part Two
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Part Three
  46. Chapter Forty-Three
  47. Chapter Forty-Four
  48. Chapter Forty-Five
  49. Chapter Forty-Six
  50. Epilogue

He instructs me to lay the blanket on the grass, while he opens the cooler, grabbing out two of what looks to be beer, and popping the caps off. I situate the pillows at the top of the blanket, and we take a seat. He hands me the bottle of what I now can tell is an IPA, before taking a swig of his own. The moonlight is bright enough that it illuminates his features, and I can see his Adam’s apple dip as he swallows.

“What is this place?” Last time, I didn’t allow myself to ask any questions, but I’m not doing that this time. I want to know. I need to know.

“It belongs to my family. We’re all from Spokane, but when I got into WSU, my folks wanted to be close by. They bought this property, but never had a chance to move into it. It belongs to me and my sister now. You can’t tell in the dark, but there’s a house at the end of this field.”

“Do you live here?”

“No. Neither Molly nor I live here. We can’t bring ourselves to, but it is my favorite place to go when I need to get away from it all and be alone. Look up.”

My head falls back on my shoulders as I take in the sky above me. “Wow,” is all I manage to get out. The sky is filled with stars, the moon full and shining bright. I’ve never seen the sky look like this before.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Hell yes. How have I never seen the sky like this before?”

“The city lights make it impossible for the stars to be visible. Out here, away from the city, you get an unobstructed view. I love it.”

Bringing the beer bottle to my lips, I take a long pull, turning my gaze toward Stone. “Do you come out here often, err… with your wife?” I’m thankful for the darkness. Stone can’t see how my cheeks heat with my question.

He gives me a crooked grin before taking a swig of his beer. “You’re, uh, actually the first person I’ve ever taken here.”

That answer surprises me. “What? Why?”

“I don’t know. It’s my favorite place to go, and it’s special to me. I never wanted to taint it by bringing anyone.”

I try hard—I really do—to not let myself melt into a puddle by that statement. I fail, of course. I fully fucking melt… because he has never brought anyone else here. Not even his wife. But he brought me.