Caribbean Crossroads by Connie E Sokol

Author:Connie E Sokol [Connie E Sokol]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: cookie429, Kat, Extratorrents
ISBN: 9780615651866
Google: cpVmLwEACAAJ
Amazon: 0615651860
Publisher: Theoklesia, LLC
Published: 2012-06-07T14:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Hiding behind the black stage curtain, Megan felt a childish nervousness. She remembered in third grade riding her brother’s new bike and crashing it without anyone knowing. She had felt sick until confessing it to her mom. That’s how it seemed now, as if she’d done something wrong and was about to get in trouble.

All morning Bryant had been kept busy on errands for Mrs. Van De Morelle so they hadn’t connected since last night’s Jamaican date. Scenes from the evening flashed continuously through her mind: touching his hand in the taxi. Getting back to the shuttle barely in time—she smiled—costing Bryant an extra $30 for the taxi to make it. Dancing on the platform under the white bulb lights. She instinctively touched her lips. He had asked if she was in, that he was here, but what did that mean? Why didn’t anyone ever talk about this part? The movies all showed kisses and fade outs and ending credits. What about the now-I-like-you stage? She’d been burned and now she needed something more concrete.

Hearing sounds, Megan looked around the curtain to see cast members beginning to gather onstage. What should she say, or do, especially in front of them? Nothing. Cast members weren’t supposed to show that kind of affection with each other, so there was nothing to worry about. Megan relaxed. And then she saw his caramel blond hair.

Bryant walked to the curtain and scooped her up in a crushing hug with a kiss on the cheek.

He smelled good. Again. But her nervous feeling remained. “I thought cast members weren’t supposed to show physical affection.”

He laughed outright. “Fifteen weddings and counting.” She flushed—that wasn’t what she had been driving at. “Just as long as couples don’t ‘flaunt’ it, we’re good.”

Megan panicked, though she had no idea why. “Aren’t you flaunting it by hugging me here?”

“We’re behind a stage curtain. Besides, you haven’t seen my best flaunting.” He raised his eyebrows like Groucho Marx and loosely pulled her on stage, then kissed her hand and let go to get into position. Turning to her spot, she saw Jillian, her mouth hanging open, jerking a thumb toward an unaware Bryant. Megan shrugged and smiled, but blushed slightly. Jillian gave an enthusiastic but discreet two thumbs-up and started looking for someone, presumably Derek, to dish the news.

Once again, though it had been awhile, that sensation of being watched came to her. She quickly looked round, but only saw Brittany adjusting her heel strap and the others engaged in conversation.

Odd.

The performance was typical and went without a hitch, which was good, because Megan found herself fighting to stay focused. Dancing and singing, she reflexively searched for Bryant, and just as often caught him smiling at her. He seemed completely at ease. Megan alternated between euphoria and nausea. Something nagged at her, different than the doubting gray feeling—a warning, a foreshadowing of what she didn’t want to know. Twice she could have sworn that Brittany was staring at her, but it was merely the position of the troupe.

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