Chaos Theory (Twin River High) by Kelly Anne Blount & Lynn Rush

Author:Kelly Anne Blount & Lynn Rush [Blount, Kelly Anne & Rush, Lynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Music, guitar player, singer, cover songs, concert, famous, Celebrity, Instagram, YouTube, viral video, internet sensation, girl next door young adult, sweet YA romance, revenge, fake relationship YA, fish out of water, girl next door, breakup, bad boyfriend, fake boyfriend, Small Town, town festival, winter festival, Ice Festival, Ice Ball, school dance, Winter, Wisconsin, January, snowball fight, snowman, ice fishing
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2021-05-23T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Victoria

“Little houses on a frozen lake?” Corey tentatively stepped out of his Jeep. “I’m still not buying this.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, because I pretty much felt the same way my first time ice fishing. Shutting the car door, I stopped and drew in a long, deep breath. The arctic air seized up my lungs, so I had to cough. But it was refreshing.

The noon sun was bright against the backdrop of a robin’s-egg blue sky. Not a cloud in sight. No wonder it was so cold.

“Is that a truck out there, too?” He pointed toward the lake.

“It’s been cold enough for one or two to be on there. But we’ll stick to parking here and walking to our fish house.”

We made our way onto the lake and started a trek toward our spot.

“Aside from the fact that we’re standing on frozen water that could probably crack open and kill us, this place is incredible,” Corey whispered.

“It’s not going to crack.”

Fifty feet ahead was my dad’s ice house. He and I came fishing here a lot during the winter. It was kind of our thing. Having Corey here with me, though, was pretty freaking awesome, too.

In one hand, Corey held a picnic basket. With his other, he grasped mine. We were both wearing thick gloves, but that didn’t stop the heat from coursing through my palm and up my arm. Ever since last night in the Ice Sculpture Gardens when we’d gotten mobbed by the TV crew and we had to bolt, he’d held my hand a lot. Even when we weren’t trying to make anyone jealous.

And I was totally okay with that.

“So, this is how you do picnics in the winter here in Wisconsin, huh?” Corey said as we started strolling toward our fish house.

“Got to break up the monotony of the ice-cold winters, otherwise you sit inside all the time and get cabin fever.”

The lake was huge and lined with pine and aspen trees. In the fall, the colors were impressive. Corey would have loved them.

“So this part of the lake isn’t where we were on the Ice Festival opener, right?”

“Right. We’re about an hour north of Twin River. My parents bought this cabin our first winter here.” I liked to come up here to clear my mind. It wasn’t too far from the city, but far enough to feel like you were actually getting away. When we’d first moved here from L.A., I was up here a lot, writing, journaling, processing everything that’d happened with Grayson.

The wooden ice house wasn’t more than six feet wide and ten feet long, but the tiny structure brought a smile to my face. With my free hand, I eased the door open.

Corey followed me as I stepped over the threshold.

I stepped in farther. “Hold the door open a second.”

He stood there, holding the basket, propping the door open so I could use the outside light to find a lantern. There were two chairs in here, a cot and a small table with a folded stack of blankets on top.

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