Rescued By A Perfect Stranger (BEARBERRY BAY: RESCUE #4) by Kassie Kline EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Kassie Kline
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- Genre: contemporary romance
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~~ Lorelai ~~
I stand on the edge of the road, the fresh snow pristine and glittering in the
morning sun. The crisp air settles into the dark parts of me, leaving a glow
in its path as I take in breath after breath. It smells… Clean. The quiet wraps
its arms around me, shutting out the memories that were clogging my brain
on the drive up through the night.
This. This is why I’ve been making my way up the coast. I needed this.
The clatter of sliding rocks pummels through my peace, and I hear my
name being yelled up from where Scott is picking his way down to the
frozen-over river he’d glimpsed when we detoured from the highway in
search of coffee that wasn’t hours-old convenient-store slog. At least, I
think it’s Scott. Maybe Sean. Sam? Something with an S. I roll my eyes at
his interruption.
I could have gotten a bus ticket. Maybe I should have.
I was on the website last night trying to decide on a destination when he
plopped down beside me at a greasy diner counter just outside of Jersey and
bombarded me with conversation.
When I learned he was heading to Portland, it seemed like a grand
adventure to tag along and save the ticket money. He only asked that I drive
for a few hours so he could sleep on the way to his hometown for Spring
Break. Brave of him, I guess, handing his keys off to a stranger, but I’ve
been told I have a trustworthy face.
I shrug my backpack onto one shoulder and peer over the edge.
“C’mon,” he yells again. “You can see right through the ice!” His
excitement is adorable, like a toddler who’s too curious to be careful.
I shake my head. My motorcycle boots were not meant for rock-climbing in
their best days, which was long before I found them in a secondhand shop.
Now, the leather is cracked, the broken strings only lace up halfway, and the
soles are worn down in places. I’m going to have to spring for new ones
soon.
“I can see fish in here,” he calls up to me.
Now that’s something I’ve never seen. There are no fish in beautiful frozen
rivers where I come from. My only experience was swarms of flies around
steaming puddles of stagnant water leaked from bad plumbing onto uneven
pavement.
I push my arm through my other backpack strap and settle it over the bulk
of my coat. I take careful steps down the rocks to the ground below. The
snow puffs like powder where my boots land. I smile, knowing I’m the first
person to leave prints in this snow. Except for Sam. Is it Sam? I hate that I
can’t remember his name.
He’s bouncing back and forth, keeping warm while he waits. But it seems if
he’s awake, he’s moving, so maybe it has nothing to do with staying warm.
I venture over to where he’s pointing. One of my boots slides a bit and I
realize we’re standing on the ice. Several feet onto the river.
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