“Oh gosh. Please don’t. Just call me Rebel,” she says. Loud, muffled music blasts in the background. Beneath the noise, I hear children laughing. “Are you still at the garage?”
“Of course.” I check my watch. It’s six thirty. Where else would I be on a Friday night?
“You should come to the town fair. We’re running a booth here, but most of the items have sold out so we’re going to walk around and enjoy the sights. April and Cordelia are here too.”
I was too tired to meet the other female mechanics yesterday, and I’m even more exhausted today.
I peruse the workshop that still has so much work left to be done.
To socialize or to clean, that is the question.
I don’t particular want to do either.
“Please?”
I give in. Rebel Hart is my boss and if the boss wants me to come to a town fair then, well… I’ll go.
“Okay.” I agree.
I drive home to shower and change into a simple green tank top and jeans and then I head to the fair. The grassy parking lot ispackedwith vehicles. The sun is starting to set and it blazes an orange trail across the sky. A large Ferris wheel cuts through the horizon and children squeal from high above the ground.
I close my eyes as the wind ruffles my hair and the scent of corn dogs and buttery popcorn calls to my growling stomach. There’s an undeniable energy in the air. A buzzing, hopeful stir that I can’t quite put my finger on.
But I like it.
I like Lucky Falls.
On the outside, it might look like an ordinary small town, but for me it’s a fresh chance. A memory wipe.
Forget the past, forget the last few months of failure and hopelessness.
I get to write a new chapter.
No, I get to write a newbook.
Smiling, I open my eyes.
And then my blood freezes in my veins.
Because I’ve somehow turned the page so far that I’m right back at the beginning of the book. Where it all started.
Withhim.
Nathan Campbell.
The one person who could make my stomach twist with nerves. Make every small gesture feel monumental. Make every smile feel like the sun warming my face.
Choking on a breath, I whirl around and scurry into the crowd, praying desperately that he hasn’t seen me.
Chapter Four
NATHAN
Of course I see her.
When an attractive woman stares at you so intensely, so… achingly…
Maybe ‘achingly’ isn’t the right word. Her expression is hard for me to pinpoint. It feels like sheknowsme.
