Chapters (47)
- Cover
- Dedication
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- 2 Months Later
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Books by Kasie West
- Back Ad
- About the Publisher
I laughed. “I’m trying.” I patted the edge of the truck. “This isn’t exactly the most relaxing situation.”
“We’ll fix it,” he said.
“We have to.”
Thirty-Six
Cooper’s truck rumbled up the drive.
“Cooper’s here!” Amelia called, shoving the rest of the donut into her mouth and running toward the drive.
“Oh,” Abby said as she climbed from the passenger side. “Fun.”
“So much fun,” I said dryly. “Did Cooper bring a rope or do I need to find one in the garage?”
“He brought one.” Abby turned to Jackson. “Hi, I’m Abby.”
“I’m Jackson. The boyfriend.”
I smiled with that statement.
Cooper joined us, putting an arm around Abby’s waist. “You ready to save this beautiful truck?”
“Yes, please,” I said.
As Cooper and I studied the bumper and wrapped the rope, I heard Jackson say to Abby, “So I heard you’ve met the guy who plays Heath Hall in the movies. Grant James.”
“Who told you that?” I asked.
Amelia laughed. “You know I tell that to everyone with ears.”
Abby smiled. “Me too. And yes I have. He starred in a movie with one of my best friends: Lacey Barnes.”
“Wait, you know Lacey Barnes?” Jackson asked. “That’s what you should be bragging about, Amelia.”
“How is Lacey doing, anyway?” Amelia asked.
“Great. She’s working on another movie and still dating Donavan Lake.”
“Is he famous too?” Jackson asked.
“No, but he’s great.”
“I think this will work,” Cooper said, tugging on the rope and bringing my attention back to the task. “Just let me back up the truck.”
“Sounds good.”
I clutched the steering wheel, ready to direct the truck the right way as soon as it was free of the platform. Amelia, Abby, and Jackson stood off to the side, Jackson chomping on his second donut and Amelia laughing at something he said as they waited for the show to start. Cooper revved the engine. My heart was in my throat. I turned on the music to drown out the sounds of my own breathing that was making me even more nervous. Jackson gave me a thumbs-up—to show support or to show his approval for the Pearl Jam song that now blasted out of the speakers, I wasn’t sure. Or maybe he was giving the go ahead to Cooper because suddenly his truck lurched forward, my cue to give a little gas as well.