Chase the Storm by V.m Waitt

Author:V.m Waitt [Waitt, V.m]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00CR6MJXQ
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2013-05-11T12:00:00+00:00

“DO YOUhave everything?” he asked for the third time as I placed my

duffle bag into the bed of his truck. We were only going to Madison for Fridayand Saturdaynights; I wouldn’t need much.

“Yes,” I huffed, as I stepped over the hitch connecting the horse trailer to the truck. Johnny, the vet’s son, had been by the day before, and Chase had gone over takingcare ofthe horses. I admit to kickingthe dirt a little when he let Johnny touch Admiral so freely. After doing the morning chores extra early, Chase had packed a cooler while I made sure everything else was readyto go.

“How far is it?”I asked as we got inand buckled our seatbelts. “About five hours,” he answered as he started the ignition. “Better get comfortable.” For the next hour, I watched the sun rise over the fields. Once Chase got the truck up to speed on the highway, he placed his armon the door, turned up the radio, and smiled. I loved how easy it seemed to be for himto smile lately, and I liked to think I had something to do with that. When I’d first moved in, his smiles had been few and far between and usuallyindicated humor felt at myexpense.

I returned his smile when I saw his fingers tapping to the beat on the steering wheel, but it was the way his hair blew under his hat from the open window that made my insides flip. Putting my feet up on his dashboard, I ignored his raised brow and opened mybook.

“Whyare youalways readingthat?”he asked.

“I’mnot always readingit,”I denied.

That wasn’t exactly the truth. More than once, Chase had caught me

sprawled on my stomach across his bed waiting for him, the well-worn book in my hands as I scanned the pages I knew almost word for word. As soon as I would hear him enter, I closed the book and put it on the nightstand, where it would sit untilthe next time.

Chase raised his brow, and I shrugged. “I like it. I can kind of relate to Holden. He’s lost but doesn’t know it. He was disappointed with the waypeople always acted fake.”

“Do youthink people act fake?” “Some. My parents do, my grandparents too. The professors and kids at college,” I listed them as they occurred to me. I closed my book and looked at him. “Not you, though. You’re not fake. You are who you sayyouare. Youdon’t pretend to be somethingyou’re not.”

“I don’t see any sense in doing that. This is who I am,” he reasoned. “Does the book have a happyending?” “Not exactly. It’s sad, but a bit hopeful,” I answered. “He’s been expelled from a private school and after a weekend in the city bouncing around from girl to girl and meeting different people, he gets his sister to meet him, and after they argue, they end up in Central Park. She’s riding the carousel while he watches. He finally realizes happiness in that moment, and it ends with him not really changing his view of people, but decidingto go to a new schoolinthe fall.

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