Fall (Roam Series, Book Two) by Kimberly Stedronsky Read Free Book Online Page A

Jason asked, spearing a cherry tomato from his salad with his fork.
    I kept my eyes down. “Absolutely. August sixteenth- I leave for boot camp.”
    “ And Roam is still going to college. We’re working everything out, aren’t we?” Morgan insisted, looking at me squarely.
    “O f course,” I nodded, moving the spaghetti around on my plate. Glancing at the window behind Morgan, I swallowed hard. “Can you close the blinds, please?”
    “I got it,” Logan had them down in a flash, returning to his plate. I could tell the direct shot into our kitchen was bothering him as well.
    “Where’s dad?” I shifted nervously in my chair, my back aching.
    “He went out.”
    Morgan’s eyes met mine. Is he drinking again? I asked silently. She shrugged.
    “Roam is dragging me to see Anna- Something tonight. I’m trying to convince her to see Red Dawn instead.” Logan touched his knee to mine, and I nodded, wiping my mouth with a paper napkin.
    “ Karenina, ” I corrected softly. Shadows moved beneath the slats in the wooden blinds, and I followed them with my gaze.
    “ Dude, really. Chris Hemsworth is in Red Dawn. No contest .” Morgan watched me intently, and then glanced over her shoulder. “What are you staring at?”
    “Nothing,” I said, too quic kly. I looked down at my plate. “Well, the movie starts soon. We have to get going.”
    “Okay. Logan, please feed her. She hasn’t touched her spaghetti.” She leaned toward an empty chair in the corner of the dining room that was unofficially reserved for our purses. “Do you need money?”
    “We’re good.” I tried my best to keep my annoyed comments at bay . She loves you, she cares about you, let it go. “You two have fun,” I smiled at Jason, and he waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
    “ Morgan talked me into shopping with her tonight. Apparently stores are open now through Friday.” He rolled his eyes. “Lord help us.”
    “I just have a few stops on my list, and I really want to check out…,”
    “Okay, have fun,” I repeated, dumping my plate and rinsing it in the sink.
    Logan and I were on the snowy roads within ten minutes. He adjusted the temperature on his dash, tapping a knob on the passenger’s side. “Turn it down if it gets too hot.”
    “I’m freezing, keep it coming,” I chattered, brushing my hands together.
    After long minutes of silence, he glanced at me. “You’re shaking. Are you still cold?”
    I shook my head, picturing the inside of West’s house in my mind. Vaulted ceilings, stone and oak, massive windows… Everything about the house that he built had his personal touch. I wondered if his bed was still unmade from our hasty departure to North Carolina. “I’m just nervous.”
    “It’s just a house.”
    “Yeah.”
    He sighed. “He really means that much to you,” he said, more to himself than to me. “What convinced you? The dreams? It couldn’t have been the week you spent with him. You’re not that impulsive.”
    I narrowed my eyes. “I don’t know, Logan. Maybe it started with the dreams. But I love him, and I can’t change it.”
    “Did you ever think that… maybe… it’s the sex? It’s new for you, and you might be confusing lust and love?”
    “Hmn, tell me more about this diagnosis, Dr. Rush,” I covered my stomach defensively.
    He tapped his turn signal, lifting his eyebrows to glance at me while we waited for the light to turn green. “I think you should sleep with me, and then decide.”
    “Ha.” My hands clamped together like industrial-sized magnets. “Funny.”
    “Funny, like interesting theory? Or funny, like clown?”
    “This conversation is over.”
    “You’ll have to help me with the road, I can’t remember which one it is,” he leaned forward slightly in his seat, peering out the window.
    I didn’t want to admit I’d driven past his house at least a dozen times in the past few months. Once, I saw a truck parked in the overgrown driveway with a splashy detail across the