Page 51 of Unexpectedly Falling
It also has pockets.
Changing back into my clothes, I collapse on my bed, bringing my phone with me as Remi stares at her reflection in the owl-shaped mirror. “Thank you.”
“Aww, you do love me!”
“You know I do. I just didn’t think I’d need anything extra. It’s not like I’m dating Jensen. I’m just trying to get him settled.”
Kinsley narrows her eyes at the screen, and I do my best to keep my face devoid of any emotion and pray she can’t see the way I’m practically sweating bullets under her scrutiny.
“Do you…”—she pauses, squinting harder at me—“do youlikehim?”
“What? No, of course not. I mean, obviously I like him. He’s great with Remi and that’s what’s important, but you know I don’tlike likeguys like him.”
The more I talk, the higher her eyebrows climb up her forehead.
“Yeah, because that was convincing.”
“He’s a nice guy, Kins. You know how I am with nice guys.”
Her look turns sympathetic because she knows better than most just how true that statement is even if it sucks.
She’s the only person outside my coaches, parents, and a handful of others bound by confidentiality to keep their mouths shut about the topic.
“You’re going to find someone that’s going to knock you on your ass and show you just how deserving you are of the sun and moon and all the stars.”
My smile is watery, but that’s okay because Kinsley’s is too.
“I love you,” I whisper because she’s always my biggest cheerleader even when I don’t think I deserve it.
“I love you more.”
“Impossible.”
“Brat.”
I blow her a kiss and we say our goodbyes, my heart feeling both heavier and lighter than it had when I first picked up the phone. That’s the problem with having someone in your life who knows you better than you know yourself. My eyes close for just a second before Remi’s sweet little cries fill the room. She quietsas soon as I pick her up, but I’m thankful for the distraction because wondering about anything related to Jensen is just asking for trouble.
And the last thing I need is any complication that keeps me away from returning to Nashville. As if that thought alone summoned her, a text from my agent lights up my phone.
AGENT: Sent you the new draft to review
NESSA: I’ll get it back to you as soon as I can
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JENSEN
Iput the cruiser into park in front of the barn and step out onto the dirt drive as the little terror grunts in my passenger seat.
“Evenin’, Sheriff,” Montana says skeptically, his eyes narrowed. “I wasn’t expecting you.”
“I brought you a present,” I say casually.
“No.”
“You don’t even know what it is yet.”
“I don’t need to know what it is. And it’s not even Christmas.”
