When Fall Breaks by Julie Solano & Tracy Justice

Author:Julie Solano & Tracy Justice [Solano, Julie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: The Seasons of Jefferson Series, Book 1
Publisher: JT Authors
Published: 2015-03-05T05:00:00+00:00

MY EYES FLUTTER OPEN AS the brisk, fall breeze drifts in through my window. When I turn my head toward my nightstand, I catch a glimpse of the bright red numbers blaring from my alarm clock. I rub the blurriness from my eyes, and take a second look. “Holy crap Brody,” I whisper, jostling him back and forth, “It’s 9:00 and my door isn’t locked! Brody. . . Brody . . .” I rock him back and forth, until a low grumble comes bellowing from deep in his throat.

“Pip? What did you just say? I couldn’t really hear you,” he whispers back.

“I said, it’s 9:00! You’re still in my bed! I fell asleep before I locked the door . . . We’ve gotta get you out of here!”

Brody’s eyes pop open and he jumps up startled with the realization that we could be seen by my parents, or even worse, Caden. In his panic to jump out of bed, Brody knocks the lamp off my nightstand. It falls to the floor with a thud. Within seconds, I hear footsteps coming down the hall. “Quick . . . hide!” I whisper frantically.

Twisted up in the sheets from my bed, Brody clumsily scurries toward the closet. He dives to the back, out of view from my bedroom door, just as it creaks open. My mom peeks her head into my room, glancing around, “Everything okay in here? I heard a thud.”

I can feel the color drain from my face. Quick think . . .” Ya, I just went to hit my alarm and knocked over my lamp instead. Sorry about being so loud.”

“You needed your alarm? Geez, it’s 9:00 on the Saturday morning after Homecoming. Your brother’s still sleeping. It’s okay to sleep in every once in a while Kait. Life’s not a race you know.”

“I know. I just want to go for a morning run.”

“You’re not going to wear yourself down now, are you? Didn’t you have a late night?”

Trying to catch my breath, I gasp, “Mom. I’m fine. I’ve got to cross train. Masters are coming up. And. . . no, not really. I came home just after midnight.” Mulling over last night’s events, I try to play it cool and hide the disappointment in my voice.

“Well, how was the dance? Did you have a good time with Pistol?” my mom asks, smiling inquisitively.

“It was okay, nothing worth talking about. We went, we danced, and Brody gave me a ride home.”

“Really? Our Brody?” she asks surprised.

“Ya . . . It just turned out that Pistol needed to leave early and Brody was coming this way. Since I didn’t have my car with me, he gave me a ride.”

“Oh, okay . . . I love that boy. We are lucky to have him you know . . . He’s just like a second brother to you.”

“Uh huhhhhh,” is all I can say in response to the “brother” comment. Lord knows that is not what I’m thinking about that gorgeous closet monster, who has my heart skipping a few beats right now.

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