Back Out of the Blue
Chapters (31)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Author’s Note
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter Nineteen
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-One
  26. Chapter Twenty-Two
  27. Acknowledgments
  28. Discover More
  29. About the Author
  30. Also by Alison Bliss
  31. Praise for Alison Bliss

Preslee inhaled a deep breath and then closed her eyes to keep from shedding the tears building behind her eyelids. Just hearing that Adam had said she was worth waiting for had her heart softening a little. Her first instinct was to go to him and try to get back some semblance of what they’d lost when she’d walked out on him.

But she couldn’t.

No way was she going to let Adam off the hook that easily. Just because he’d said something nice about her to her father didn’t mean that she would just forget about how he’d hurt and embarrassed her.

While her father fully believed Adam had fallen in love with her, she still had serious doubts. Maybe taking a step back from the entire situation was exactly what she needed and would give her some perspective. After all, Adam said she was worth the wait, right?

Good. Then let him prove it.

“Honey,” her dad said, snaring her attention. “I think I’ll go microwave us some popcorn while you grab those old home videos from the attic. I can’t wait to see your mom and reminisce about her for a while. I miss her every day.”

She smiled. “Me too, Dad. I’ll be right back.”

Preslee headed into the hallway, yanked the pull-down ladder out of the ceiling, and stepped onto it. The wooden ladder creaked a little under her weight but seemed steady enough as she climbed up into the musty-smelling attic.

Once she made it inside, she pulled the string on a light above her head and began searching for the box of old videos. After a few minutes, she found the clearly marked box against the wall beneath a box of old photo albums. The framed picture on top immediately caught her eye. She lifted it and blew a light covering of dust from it, scattering it into the stale air.

It was a picture of her parents on their wedding day.

She rubbed her finger over her mother’s pretty face as sadness swamped her. Her chin trembled, and she swallowed hard. God, why did she have to die? She hated losing her mom at all, but especially at such a young age. Her mother had never gotten the chance to take Preslee shopping for her first bra, see her all dressed up for prom, or watch her walk across the stage during her high school graduation.