Summer Girl (Summer Girl #1) by S. Love

Author:S. Love [Love, S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-10-30T05:00:00+00:00

I retrieve Ozzie’s phone from the rug. It’s past midnight and Ozzie hasn’t come back. I haven’t heard the Jeep’s engine, or anything drastic like churning through flooded potholes, but he’s been gone for at least an hour, and honestly, this big, empty, creepy house scares me. The deer hasn’t stopped staring at me, its soulless black eyes tracing every muscle I move. My brain’s registered the thing isn’t alive, and has no torso for Christ’s sake, but my heart still twitches in alarm every time we make unexpected eye contact.

When I can’t take any more of slumming it alone, I wiggle off the chair with the comforter wrapped around me and hobble to the door.

A far-away rumble of thunder greets me as I open the door, but I don’t see lightning. Maybe the storm’s moving on, terrorizing the next town over. It’s still raining, though, and the wind blows in beneath the porch roof, lifting my hair from my shoulders and caressing my shoulders in its icy kiss.

Standing this far back, I can’t see Ozzie or his Jeep, so I step out onto the porch, the weathered deck spongy under my feet. I walk to the side of the porch where the Jeep should be parked, slowing at the wooden railing when I see it below me tucked in front of the trees. No interior lights are on, and I can’t tell if there’s anyone inside or not.

With a resigned sigh, my inner conflictive turmoil raging, the comforter drags behind me across the deck and I dump it in the living room. I pull one of the white sheets free from the couch, since there’s two, and wrap that around myself instead. My tennis shoes are still wet, but I push my feet into them anyway, tugging on the soft backs to get them over my heels. In fact, looking at them, these shoes are destroyed. Caked in mud and dirt. If I make it out of tonight alive, they may have to go in the trash, but I’ll do what I can.

Before I change my mind and choose the invasive, departed deer over finding Ozzie, I hurry out the door and down the porch steps, mud squelching underfoot as I let out tiny squeaks from the shock of the rain on my re-heated body and my recently dry hair.

I’m a few feet from the Jeep when the driver’s side door opens and Ozzie gets out, head ducked against the rain. When he lifts his head, he looks utterly surprised to see me. And why wouldn’t he? I’m wrapped in a sheet and my panties, my hair plastering to my skull the longer I stand here in this faceoff. I’ve found him, what the hell am I waiting for? Get back in the damn house, Lyla. Move.

My feet stay where they are, sinking into the boggy ground. Chunks of hair whip into my face and I’m blown back a step. I wrestle with the corner of the sheet that’s come loose, ripped from my grasp underneath my arm.

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