Stupid Love by Cindy Miles

Author:Cindy Miles [Miles, Cindy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: TKA Distribution
Published: 2015-09-10T04:00:00+00:00

Jace: Wish you were here. :-) See ya at 3. Wear something comfortable for outdoors.

I let the phone drop against my chest and I smiled, stretched, and then Captain Gregg pushed open my cracked bedroom door and stuck his nose in.

“You wanna go out, boy?” I asked.

He answered with a resounding bark.

As I ran through my morning routine and chores my mind twirled and spun, wondering what in the world Jace had planned. Sunday morning meant breakfast with the gang, and by eight thirty they all started sending texts, making sure it was still on. By nine they all began straggling down the lane to my house. We had our usual half-sleepy, half-rowdy goodtime gathering, and then the guys headed over to the shooting range, and the girls headed to the library.

“I want every sordid detail of your mystery date when you get home,” Claire said, rising on her tip-toes to look me in the eye. She pointed at me, and made her eyes squint in her attempt to look fierce. “And don’t make me chase you down.”

I blew it off as though it were a totally casual thing. But the truth was, the butterflies kicked in at about noon. Ha! Me—Memory Thibodeaux—with Date Jitters! It was almost hilarious. I showered, shaved, lotioned. I washed my hair, deciding to let it dry naturally instead of using a flat iron to straighten it, which left it in long, choppy, unorganized beach-like waves. The weather had warmed some, which was nice, and so I paired a white tank beneath a soft pink and navy plaid long-sleeved shirt that snapped up the front and at the cuffs. Along with my favorite faded skinny jeans and navy Converses, and just a tad of makeup, I was ready by two.

At two thirty I had paced and watched TV and changed the playlist on my phone when I’d finally decided to go outside. I was sitting on the fence petting Little Joe when I heard Jace’s truck coming down the lane, and my heart leapt. Leapt! But I sat there, waiting, and he cut the engine and strode toward me, a smile tugging at his face. He wore shades, no hat, jeans and a navy plaid long-sleeved shirt. He even wore Converses, which were black and worn. When he reached me, he rested his arms against the fence, and I giggled.

“What is so funny?” he asked, his mouth tipping up.

“We’re dressed alike,” I returned. “Unintentional Twinkies?”

He sighed, rubbed his jaw. “Are you gonna come down here or do I need to pull you off that fence?” he said. In That Voice.

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