Dangerous Currents by Kathryn Knight

Author:Kathryn Knight [Knight, Kathryn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-73225-220-2
Publisher: Kathryn Knight

Eighteen

Sharon was feeling better by the time Matt arrived home with antacids, ginger ale, a loaf of bread for toast, and a handful of tabloid magazines with glossy, star-studded covers. As they gathered in the kitchen, Dean relayed the details of his odd morning at Malorie’s, leaving out Eric’s visit and, of course, the kiss. But he himself couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Only hours ago, he’d been reminding himself not much had changed—he still had little to offer her, even if she were interested in resuming their former relationship. But then, he’d kissed her, and she’d kissed him back, and now everything had changed. There was no question in his mind that their connection was still alive, the spark between them still strong. He’d felt her desire for him in every nerve in his body, just as sure as he’d felt his own hunger for her.

And then that bastard Eric had shown up. Damn him, Dean’s inner voice growled as his muscles went rigid. The interruption had caused Malorie to throw her barriers back up, and he could only think of one reason why—he hadn’t told her Cherry’s secret, hadn’t explained why he hadn’t shown up for Malorie on prom night. Even after all these years, the betrayal surely still stung, especially since she’d considered Cherry her rival, despite his assurances to the contrary. But even he could admit his case didn’t appear very strong when he refused to give Malorie any real answers about what had happened that night.

He was going to fix that. If things were to go any further between them, Mal had to trust him. So now, as he prepared to go back out to the store to get the rest of the week’s groceries, he texted Cherry to see if she was home. They needed to talk.

A half hour later, he was turning into the trailer park at the edge of town, where Cherry still lived with her ailing mother. Where he had lived for most of his life. The memories assaulted him as he drove along the curving main road, glancing at the mobile homes lining both sides. Not a lot had changed. Many of the trailers fit the negative stereotype in most people’s minds: tired, neglected shacks with chipped paint and sagging features, squatting on concrete blocks in an unkempt lot. But others appeared well cared for, boasting quaint, if tiny, outdoor decks, wooden lattice around the frames, bright curtains in the windows, and potted plants. Most fell somewhere in between, much like a typical neighborhood anywhere. Except Sandalwood.

At the thought of his new house in the exclusive community—and how little he’d done to deserve it—a pang of guilt twisted through him, spiraling deeper as he approached their old lot. The mobile home they’d lived in after the fire was still there, inhabited by new residents with small children, judging from the colorful plastic sandbox in the side yard. Laundry hung on a line strung across two thin trees, the damp clothing limp and motionless in the still air.

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