Wet (The Water's Edge #1) by Stacy Kestwick

Author:Stacy Kestwick [Kestwick, Stacy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00X82DUQS
Published: 2015-05-04T23:00:00+00:00

When I reached my Jeep, I was gasping for breath and drenched in sweat. I chugged what was left in my water bottle and bent over at the waist with my hands on my knees, trying to slow my racing heart. I took my time stretching and felt the protest in every single muscle in my legs.

Exhausted, I hobbled around to the driver’s side, climbed up, and buckled in. I was about to turn the key when something white caught my eye. I frowned. Something was stuck under my windshield wiper.

My quads almost buckled as I got back out of my Jeep. Groaning, I snatched the paper and reentered the car with as few movements as possible.

I stared at the paper in my palm in confusion. It was shaped like an airplane. What the hell?

I unfolded it carefully. It was made from cheap, lined notebook paper, one side ragged, like it had been torn from a spiral-bound notebook. Turning it so it was right side up, I read the message written in bold, black Sharpie. Playing hard to get? It’s working. Quit playing games and call me. West. His phone number was scrawled after his name.

I snorted and wadded up the paper in my fist. Arrogant bastard didn’t like being ignored? Well, I didn’t like being lied to.

I started to toss the paper into my Krispy Kreme bag when I hesitated. I’d let the situation with Asshole get the better of me and run me off, and I didn’t want to be that same pathetic girl anymore. I wanted to be a strong, take-no-prisoners woman who stood her ground. Time to call West out on his shit. Then we’d see what he had to say for himself.

Smoothing out the paper as best I could, I added West’s number to my phone and then sent him a text.

Me: I just left your girlfriend’s house.

I smirked at my phone. Yeah, West, what do you have to say about that?

West: What girlfriend?

My eyebrows lifted. Was he really going to try to play dumb with me?

Me: Aubrey.

West: Aubrey’s not my girlfriend.

Me: She thinks she is.

West: She is most DEFINITELY not.

I hesitated, thrown off by his continued denial. Maybe it was semantics.

Me: Did she used to be?

There was a definite pause before he answered this time.

West: No. Last I heard, she was with some NFL player.

Me: Have you hooked up with her though?

West: Yeah, but not in a long time.

His quick response surprised me. I’d expected him to deny it, since he’d denied their relationship.

West: You were better.

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop my smug smile or the feeling of victory those three little words gave me. The catty side of me bitch-slapped Aubrey with that juicy tidbit and then rubbed it in her face for good measure.

West: Meet me tonight.

I wavered. Could I have the situation all wrong? I mean, Aubrey had seemed pretty genuine yesterday, but my gut didn’t trust her motives. Maybe West was being honest, and Aubrey was a lying skank.

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