Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“I hate surprises,” I tell him as we walk down the aisle.
“Is that so? Even the good ones?”
“Mmhmm. On my tenth birthday, my mom surprised me with a clown, which terrified me. Not to mention I was too old for clowns by then and didn’t give a flip about balloon animals. I really wanted a Justin Bieber birthday, but alas, he was on tour.”
He smirks. “Most people are scared of clowns.”
I nod in agreement. “I barfed on his big yellow shoes. Pretty soon the other kids started puking. Of course, it didn’t help that I’d been reading It—when I was clearly too young for it.”
He chuckles. “I bet you were a handful.”
“I was an angel.” I throw a glance over at him. “What’s the big quarterback afraid of? Spiders? Snakes? Big linebackers?”
He tosses his head back and laughs as we head down the stairs, and I’m glad he’s in a better mood. “You’d never believe it if I told you. And I’d have to swear you to secrecy.”
“Is it creepy?”
“Hmmm, you’ll probably laugh.” He pauses. “I really shouldn’t tell you.”
“You can’t do the old bait and switch with me. Tell me!”
He laughs. “Fine. It’s alektorophobia.” He gives me a questioning look. “Know what that is?”
My mouth curls up. “Come on, you’re asking the girl who’s had a word of the day since she was five. Of course I know what it is. You’re afraid of chickens—but not birds, I suppose, since Vampire Bill didn’t freak you out.”
He smirks. “And it’s not really a phobia. I just wanted to impress you with my vocabulary. It’s more of an irrational fear of roosters.”
I smirk. “Childhood trauma?”
He nods. “At the petting zoo.”
“I’m picturing you running amuck and a mean old rooster chasing you across a field.”
“You must be psychic. Pretty much nailed it. FYI, they run fast.”
We laugh and all at once, I feel…giddy. My heart stutters in my chest, and I stare at him.
“We should get going,” he says, and only then do I realize we’ve been looking at each other for several seconds.
We walk out the door and into the cool October air. The sun is low on the horizon, a few hours from setting, and the smell of fall is in the air, crisp and sharp. Ryker stops and sets my backpack down to take off his blue and orange varsity jacket. With a small smirk on his face, he arranges it around my shoulders.
“I didn’t say I was cold,” I murmur, but I’ve already stuck my hands in the pockets. It falls past my waist and two of me could fit inside it, but I’m in no hurry to take it off.
A smile works his face, and he pushes a strand of hair behind my ear. “Let’s go.”
It feels like a date.
He opens the passenger side door of his truck for me, and once I’m tucked in, he gets in and pulls out of the parking lot next to the student center. I sit on my side, but it doesn’t stop my eyes from watching the roped muscles in his forearms. I begged him to tell me where we’re going, but he’s not budging.
“Are you hungry?” he asks as we turn onto the main drag that will take you through Magnolia. We pass a few restaurants, even Sugar’s, but I had a late lunch with Charisma before I went to the study group, so I tell him I’m not hungry. He nods his head toward the back seat. “I grabbed some wine from the store before I came to see you. There’s chocolate back there too. I had an early dinner in the cafeteria, but I didn’t know if you’d eaten anything.”
Chocolate? Wine? Oh, this is so a date.
“I’m fine,” I say. “Are we celebrating?”
He sends me a heated look. “Yes.”
Hmmmm.
“What kind of wine did you get?”
“The girly kind with bubbles. I know you like it. But, don’t think I’m too fancy. Where we’re going, we won’t really use glasses, so it’s just a little six-pack with twist-offs.” A gruff laugh comes from him and I almost think he’s embarrassed. “Classy, right?”
I imagine him waltzing into the liquor store and purchasing girly wine. I smile. “Twist-off wine is totally redneck, but I’m not complaining.”
He nods and looks back at the road. “Great.”
Leaving the lights of town, he turns down a secondary road that’s mostly deserted with the exception of a few houses every mile or so.
“Are we going to the boonies?”
“Almost there.”
“Should I be scared that you’re taking me out here to ravish me?” I ask.
“Mmmm.” He throws me a look, and I see his gaze sweep over my body, lingering with heat.
Damn him. He’s so vague. I slide over to his side, curl my hand around his thigh, and whisper in his ear. “Where are we going, Ryker?”
He gives me a grin and turns sharply onto a gravel road.