Crossing the Line by Lynn Rush

Crossing the Line by Lynn Rush

Author:Lynn Rush
Language: eng
Format: epub
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Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2022-08-11T00:00:00+00:00


Chapter Twenty-Three

Grace

“I swear, I didn’t plan this.” Preach put his hands up in surrender as we took our seats in the dim theater.

Willow and Brodie sat on my left and Preach on my right, but Willow didn’t say anything. She totally had planned this. I knew it.

“Let’s just pig out on popcorn and celebrate you kicking butt on the track today.” Preach tilted the tub of popcorn toward me.

“Okay.” I snagged a handful of popcorn and settled into my seat. I had to admit, it wasn’t a horrible idea. Actually felt good, which kinda scared the crap out of me.

Preach had shown his tender side that day in the storage room when he’d caught me crying over Emmett. I’d told him about the death anniversary, and he’d responded perfectly. Surprisingly perfectly.

Even when I’d started chucking beanbags at him.

“When does your brace come off?” He nodded toward my braced hand.

“Still working on that.” I shifted in my seat, the unease prickling along my nerve endings. “I can’t feel my pinky or ring finger yet. Middle finger is tingly, so…”

He turned toward me more. The glow of the screen reflected off his smooth skin, giving him a ghostly look and a dark shadow under his eyes. But I saw concern through the dim light. Genuine concern.

I popped some candy into my mouth and said, “It’ll be fine. It’s…fine.”

And it would be. It would be. It was still early. Tomorrow was two weeks since the injury, and I was doing everything Heidi, my PT, instructed.

“Can I ask what the story is with your necklace?” Preach asked. “I’ve seen you touching it before your runs.”

A wave of sadness threatened to drown me, but I waded through it and smiled. “It’s from my brother, Emmett. He gave it to me for my sweet sixteen. Right before he left for training.”

“Is that a running shoe charm?”

“Yeah, it is. We used to run together. He mainly did it to stay fit, but he could still kick just about everybody’s butt on every track team I ever ran on.” I shifted in my seat, so ready to change the subject. I’d told him a little more than I’d wanted about Emmett, but not everything.

And I so wasn’t going there with him.

Thankfully, right then, the lights dimmed and the movie started.

“If you ever want to talk about him or anything, I’m always here.”

Warmth spread across my chest. “Thank you.”

We didn’t say anything else to each other through the ads and the first half of the movie, but I caught Preach sneaking looks in my direction a few times.

As The Rock picked up two people and hurled them across the room, I handed Preach the tub of popcorn.

I shifted toward him, and above the popcorn and candy smell, I caught his fresh scent. It was subtle, but there.

“Thanks, Preach,” I whispered.

“For what?” He was so close I could smell the sugar from the soda on his breath.

“For…you know, what you said about my brother. Most people look at me like a pity case, you know? Or avoid the topic altogether.



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