Wingman by Oliver Tess

Author:Oliver, Tess [Oliver, Tess]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Sugartree Press
Published: 2017-05-21T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Three

Ella

My face was glued to the passenger window of the van. I was already miles past any place I'd ever been, and every sign, every building, every tree was different. Boone had insisted on sitting next to me on the seat. I had my arm around him to keep him from falling off at sharp turns or stops. We had left the small two lane highway that led through the string of towns, and Fynn turned the van onto the four lane freeway that would eventually lead to the coast.

"Not to sound like an annoying little kid on vacation, but how much farther?" I picked up the bag of cheese puffs from the console and took out a handful to share with my seat partner.

Fynn laughed at my enthusiasm. "We've got about forty more miles to go." His wrist was draped over the top of the steering wheel. He lifted his finger to point through the windshield. "See those small mountains? We've got to wind through those, and when we come out the other side, we will magically be at the coast. When was the last time you went to the beach?"

"Hmm, let me see." I tapped my chin as if I was actually trying to drum up the exact date, even though I knew there was no date. "Oh, that's right. Never."

His face shot toward me. "You've never been to the beach?"

I wasn't sure how it happened, but far too many conversations ended up back at that day, the day that changed everything. But somehow Fynn made it easier to talk about. I stared down at my fingers and rubbed off the orange cheese between my finger and thumb. "After the accident, it just never came up again. My parents had no desire to travel to the coast. We rarely leave town."

"I'm sorry, Ella, I didn't even think—We could go somewhere else."

"No, please. I badly want to feel the sand between my toes. I've imagined the beach so many times. I need to see if it matches everything in my head." I reached forward to turn up the music. "I've decided I need to watch Hair sometime. I think I'd like it, even if it was filmed before man stood upright."

Fynn's deep, gritty laugh was quickly becoming an unforgettable sound, a sound I never wanted to be without. "That's a good one. I think you'd like it too."

I looked over at his incredibly handsome profile. Sometimes he looked younger than twenty-four, like someone who still had plenty of rebellion in him. Other times, he looked like a guy who had already experienced more than the usual man his age. "How did your dad die?"

It was a short, five word question but it changed his expression to hard and sad, and I wanted badly to retract it. "I'm sorry, you don't have to answer that."

A sullen quiet followed, and I stared out the window, silently chastising myself.

"He killed himself." His voice came out of a cold silence. There was an edge of anger in his tone that I hated to hear.

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