The Year of Second Chances (A Sunnyvale Novel Book 3) by Jessica Sorensen Read Free Book Online Page A

scrunch my nose. “You really want to go through all that again?”
    He gives a shrug. “For you, sure.”
    I bite down on my lip, holding back the goofy grin wanting to plaster across my face. “Kai, you really don’t have to do this. In fact …” I trail off as he begins to curse and pound his fingers against the keyboard. “What’s wrong?”
    “I think the computer’s fried.” He pushes several buttons before giving up and setting the laptop on the coffee table.
    “I’m sorry.” I suck in a guilty breath. “This is all my fault. All of this is, really.”
    “Would you stop saying shit like that?” He slumps back on the sofa, snagging my arm and pulling me back with him. “I could’ve walked away at any moment. I chose not to. That was my choice. I wanted to help you more than I’ve ever wanted to do anything.”
    I rest my head against his chest, listening to the thundering of his heartbeat and noting how fast it’s racing, just like mine.
    “Still, I want to help … What can I do?” I ask.
    “I just want to find a computer so I can look this up for you.” He tangles his fingers through my hair. “What I need is a computer I don’t mind crashing.”
    “You could always use the library’s computers,” I suggest, but more as a joke.
    “It makes me nervous to access those files in public,” he says, taking me seriously. “If someone saw what I was looking at, I’d be in deep shit.”
    “I can be your lookout and make sure no one walks up and looks at the screen.” I lean back to look at him. “I mean, if you really want to do that. I was kind of kidding when I suggested it.”
    His lips quirk into the most adorable grin ever. “As cute as that offer is, I don’t think you could stop someone from walking up and looking at the screen without being too obvious.”
    “Yes, I could.” I breeze right over the cute remark, though my cheeks react, warming. “I could distract them with my super cool distracting skills.”
    He seals his lips together, restraining a grin. “Oh, yeah? How?”
    “I don’t know.” I shrug. “By doing something crazy, like pretending my chair tipped over. Or I could fake a faint. Or if it was a guy, I could flirt with them.”
    “Flirt, huh?” he questions with hilarity glittering in his eyes. “Do you know how to do that?”
    “Yes. I just don’t do it a lot.” Total lie. I suck big time at flirting unless Indigo is with me to take over when I turn into a weirdo, let’s-talk-about-capes-and-magic-powers girl.
    He contemplates what I said and then rubs his hands together. “All right, let’s see it.”
    “Huh?” I blink. “See what?”
    Mischievousness sparkles in his eyes. “See you flirt.”
    “With you ?”
    “Either that or we could go ask your grandma’s guy friend to help us out.”
    “No way am I going back to her room while they’re in there together.” I make a gagging face. “God knows what they’ve been doing in there for over an hour.”
    He grins. “I think you know exactly what they’re doing, and that’s why you won’t go back there.”
    I nod. “You have me on that one.”
    “Okay, then, I guess you’ll have to show me these alleged flirting skills by using them on me.” He waits for me to answer. When I don’t, he adds, “Unless you’re too scared.”
    My eyes narrow into slits. “You know I’m not scared of anything … except maybe people who dress up like unicorns, but that’s for a good reason.”
    He gapes at me. “What …? How …? Huh?”
    “When I was like six or seven, a guy dressed as a unicorn chased me through a carnival and into the funhouse, and then I got lost.” My eyes widen as I mentally relive the horror. “At least that’s what I thought. I didn’t realize he was just trying to give me a coupon for a free bag of cotton candy. In my defense, he looked more like a cow possessed by a demon than a unicorn. Seriously, his costume was way off. And he really shouldn’t have chased me. It