The Summer I Fell for My Best Friend: A Sweet, Heart-Felt Summer Romance (Legacy Inn Book 1) by Sara Jane Woodley

Author:Sara Jane Woodley [Woodley, Sara Jane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Eleventh Avenue Publishing
Published: 2020-09-24T04:00:00+00:00

31

Noah

By the time I finish the scary story, Bree is wrapped around my arm, her fingernails digging into my skin. As I spoke, the story took on a life of its own — a haunting tale about a ghost and a secret tomb.

Silence fills the car. Goosebumps creep over my skin and the nerves take over. Did she like it? Was the story good?

“That was,” she says, her voice low. My stomach drops as I wait for the verdict. “Incredible!

I laugh, my cheeks burning.

“Haunting,” she says. “Like scary but not gory. Thrilling but not horrifying. How did you come up with that?”

"Thanks," I say. "It was loosely based on real life events."

"WHAT?" Bree looks appalled.

"Yeah. You know the ghost that hides in the tomb?"

"Yeah..."

"I based it off this girl who hid in the fridge and pretended she was a raccoon."

Bree shoots back in her seat and punches me lightly in the arm. Part of me wishes she hadn’t let go. The storm is passing now, the rain pattering lightly on the windshield.

Bree stares out the window, her mind clearly elsewhere. Hearing her say that she enjoyed the story feels like the highest praise.

I turn the key in the ignition and start the car.

“Have you thought of writing mysteries or thrillers?” Bree asks as we turn onto the highway. “That improvised story was miles ahead of many thrillers I’ve read or listened to.”

“Not really, I’ve been so focused on writing about Mom.” Then, a half-smile crosses my face. “Someday, though, I’d like to write thrillers.”

“I would buy every one of your books,” Bree says, her voice sincere. “As long as they’re not all based on me.”

Too soon, I’m parking Garth in the staff lot. Self-conscious, I place my hands in my lap.. I can’t stop thinking about when Bree was wrapped around my arm when I was telling the scary story.

Just like when we were kids. Right?

She stares out the windshield, looking troubled.

Before I get the chance to ask her what she’s thinking, she opens the passenger door and jumps out.

Time to move on.

“Night, Noah.” She gives me a salute and a wink. She stops in the parking lot and I stand in front of her.

I have an overwhelming urge to stay with her, to take her hand, to do something. Her eyes meet mine and I get the briefest sense that she might not want to leave either.

No, don’t be crazy, Noah. Don’t forget where you come from.

“Night, Bree,” I say instead, forcing a bright tone.

She punches me lightly on the arm and then walks to the Inn.

I stare after her, making sure she gets in okay. When the door shuts behind her, I head down the gravel path.

Then, something strange happens.

With every step, it’s like I’m walking through a barrier. A yellow light appears in my mind, like a weak, flickering candle. I pick up speed, walking quickly through whatever is standing in my way. The candle grows brighter and brighter.

I break into a run.

I reach my cabin, drop my bag and rip the notebook and pen from the top drawer of my dresser.

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