Release Date: February 18, 2014
Publisher: Spencer Hill Press
Luke
stands next to me, and I swear I hear him inhale again. Tendrils of excitement
take root in the simple brush of his arm against my hair. My heart pounds and
my stomach back-flips. To hell with apathy! I spin toward him and barely
control my gasp at his closeness. I lean back slightly so I can focus on his
face. Time to take the offensive.
“So
what? You were interested,” I throw up little quotation marks with my fingers,
“the other night. But now you’re
ignoring me?”
“It’s
complicated.” He stares into my eyes as if willing me to just take his word for
it.
I
nod and repeat. “It’s complicated.” I frown. “Life’s complicated, or hadn’t you
heard?”
He
almost smiles. “I’ve heard that, actually.”
“So
what’s so complicated that you’re not interested anymore?” Ah, the big
question. I should get points for kick-ass bravery.
He
shakes his head, sending the thick, perfectly casual mane swinging around his
strong jawline. His dark, blue-black eyes catch mine again with an intense,
hooded look. “Interested?” A low chuckle comes out more like a growl and I feel
a prickle spider-walk along my shoulders. “More like obsessed.”
I
blink. Did he just say he’s obsessed? With me? “O-okay. Lost here.” And a
little creeped out.
“It’s
better that way.” He turns to his locker and grabs a lunchbag. He walks away.
“Hey.”
I can’t just let him go when he is finally sort of talking. “Did you bring me
dinner last night?” A blush heats up my neck into my cheeks.
He
turns back with a smile. “You like mushrooms. My mom makes a killer lasagna.”
“So,
you broke into my house, fed the dog, left dinner, and turned on the lights for
me. I almost called the police.”
He
leans back against the lockers and glances at the ceiling like he is beseeching
heavenly help. “I want to…I need to
make sure you are…taken care of.”
My
eyes narrow as I try to understand his words. “And you have decided to take on the assignment? Why?”
A
sad smile touches his mouth as his head rolls across the lockers so he can look
at me again. “I believe I mentioned being obsessed.” His face suddenly seems
tired, older somehow, like he has lived a long time and is tired of the whole
thing, like he is hopeless.
“How
old are you?” I ask.
“Seventeen.”
“How
long have you been seventeen?” I know it’s a ridiculous question, but my heart
slams in my chest and I hold my breath, waiting for his answer. There is just
something strange about him, something dark, and yet I’m drawn to him, want to
know all about him.
He
laughs and this time the smile reaches his eyes. “Since last October
thirty-first.” He steps closer to me. I freeze as his warm palm cups my cheek,
covering the whole expanse. “See, I’m warm.” He drops his hand. “And I eat
lasagna, too. Lots of it.”
October
thirty-first? Halloween? “Your cousin, Taylin, her birthday is October
thirty-first, too.”
Luke’s
smile fades and his gaze moves to a spot on my forehead, like he can’t look me
in the eyes. “It’s complicated, Jule.” His eyes move down to meet mine. They
are narrowed, fierce and sad again. He drops his voice even though the hall is
virtually empty. “You and I,” he shakes his head, “we shouldn’t be together.
I’m…dangerous.”
“You
leave a dry towel for me on the porch, but you’re dangerous?” My eyes are
narrowed right along with his now.
Luke
swallows and glances away. “I can’t go into it. Just know that we,” he looks
back, “we can’t be together, ever.” With that, he pivots on his heel and heads
toward the outer doors, away from the cafeteria.
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