Unstoppable (Forehead Kisses #4) by Abby Reynolds Read Free Book Online

dead end.
    I headed toward the back table and spotted her in the corner. Her silky brown hair was over one shoulder. I’d give anything to run my fingers through the strands. I sat a few seats over, purposely putting space between us.
    She eyed me across the table then dropped her look. “Have any ideas?”
    “Not really,” I said honestly. “For these type of experiments, we need enough people to utilize as the control group and the experimental group. I have friends that would help, but we would probably need more people.”
    She twirled her highlighter in her fingers. “And we should make the experiment simple, like making all males wear pink or something. It would be cheap and easy to do.”
    “That doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”
    We flipped through our textbooks while we researched the boundaries of our project.
    “Scotty?”
    “Yeah?” I kept my gaze focused on the text. If I let myself look at her, I would gawk.
    “I’m sorry for the way I…snapped at you.” Her voice carried her emotion. “It just came out.”
    When I thought about her painful reaction, it made me want to comfort her, to ask what was on her mind. But I was in no position to do that. “Don’t worry about it.”
    “Okay.”
    More silence ensued.
    Just because she and I couldn’t date didn’t mean I couldn’t get to know her better. There was no harm in that, right? “Do you work anywhere?”
    “Yeah…I work for an art gallery.”
    I wasn’t expecting that. She seemed too fearful to work with other people. “Are you a curator? Or do you run the register?” It must be a job flexible with school.
    “No, I’m an artist. I paint and sell my work in the gallery.”
    Seriously? That was the coolest thing I ever heard . No wonder why she was scribbling the other day. “Wow. That’s really awesome.”
    She flashed me a look of surprise. Her eyes narrowed while she took me in. “Awesome?”
    “Yeah…it’s really cool.” Did that offend her?
    She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear then looked at her notebook.
    What the hell was going on in that pretty little head of hers? “Have you been doing it for long?”
    “I’ve been painting my whole life. But I didn’t start doing it professionally until a few years ago.”
    “Are you majoring in art?”
    She nodded.
    “Well, it sounds like you’re already a pro.”
    “An artist is always learning,” she said vaguely.
    “I’d love to see your work sometime,” I blurted. I wasn’t a fan of art, but anything she made would fascinate me.
    She didn’t respond, not that I was surprised.
    “Ash is a cool guy.” I felt compelled to fill the dead air.
    “Yeah…he’s alright.”
    I smirked. “Your brother is just alright?”
    “He can be a jerk sometimes…but I do love him.”
    “I think he loves you too.”
    “How do you know him?” she asked.
    Because he pounded as much pussy as I did. “I’ve seen him around.”
    “He seems to be pretty popular.”
    “Life of the party.”
    “Sounds about right.” Bitterness came from her voice.
    “Were you born in San Diego?”
    “I’ve lived in La Jolla my whole life.”
    “Cool.” I wondered why I’d never seen her around before. “Where did you go to high school?”
    “I was home-schooled.”
    Oh. That explained it . “Do you live at home still?”
    “No, I have my own place.”
    Impressive.
    She made a few notes on her notebook, and a strand of hair fell loose from behind her ear.
    Everything she did caught my attention. “Can I ask you something?”
    Her body stiffened noticeably. “I guess.”
    “Why won’t you give me a chance?” I felt brave and decided to take a risk. “I’m not asking for a date. I’m just wondering why I didn’t get one.” I stayed on my side of the table, not crowding her.
    “I’m just not interested in dating.”
    That was an odd response. “Recent break up?”
    She looked away again. “No.”
    “Were you burned?”
    Her voice came out lifeless. “No.”
    “Will