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Jaxon is the guy she’s supposed to avoid.
K.C. is the girl he won’t let get away....
K. C. Carter has always followed the rules—until this year, when a mistake leaves her the talk of her college campus and her carefully arranged life comes crashing to a halt. Now she’s stuck in her small hometown for the summer to complete her court-ordered community service, and to make matters worse, trouble is living right next door.
Jaxon Trent is the worst kind of temptation and exactly what K.C. was supposed to stay away from in high school. But he never forgot her. She was the one girl who wouldn’t give him the time of day and the only one to ever say no. Fate has brought K.C. back into his life—except what he thought was a great twist of luck turns out to be too close for comfort. As the bond between them grows, he discovers that convincing K.C. to get out from her mother’s shadow is hard, but revealing the darkest parts of his soul is nearly impossible.…
As he made his way back through town, the only sound we could hear was the water on the
streets being kicked up under the tires. He’d silenced the radio, we weren’t talking . . . and I felt as
if he’d switched off.
Everything had felt alive when he kissed me. His heart under my palm. His breath in my
mouth. His hands roaming over my skin as if they were trying to memorize every inch of me.
Now he was a bullet. Going from point A to point B without hesitation.
Until his flat tone finally filled the car. “Come home with me.” It wasn’t a question, and I
couldn’t hear a trace of emotion.
I turned to him, stunned. “Are you serious?” I asked. “I don’t think I’d be enough for you.”
“Don’t do that,” he shot back. “Don’t ruin what happened between us. You were fire in my
hands, and I want you to remember it, K.C.”
I could feel his eyes on me as I clasped the strap of Tate’s messenger bag sitting on the floor.
“Clothed, naked, I don’t care . . . ” He trailed off, sounding almost sad. “As long as your lips are
on me again.”
I shifted in the seat, trying to buy myself time. What I wanted and what I should do were two
different things. I’d fought that battle with Liam, my mother, and hell, the list went on. It was true
when I told Jax that I wanted to be a mess. But I didn’t want to get hurt.
“Thanks for the lesson,” I said. “And the ride. But I’m not like you, Jax. I don’t just ignore the
rules and take what I want.”
“You don’t know me.” His tone turned defensive. “You know nothing about me.”
“And what do you know about me?” I threw back. “Other than you wanted me to spread my
legs in high school? You want to have fun with me and nothing more, Jax. Find someone else.” He jerked the steering wheel to the right, and I grabbed the door handle to keep from vaulting
over to his side of the car as he sped up into his driveway.
My heart jumped into my throat, and I shot out my hand, grabbing the dash when he skidded
to a quick halt in front of his garage.
“Jax, Jesus!” I scolded.
He shut off the car, yanked the parking brake up, and turned to look at me, leaning his forearm
on the steering wheel. “You think I don’t know you?” he challenged.
I pursed my lips. “Other than that I’m gutless and helpless, no.”
He shook his head. “You want to travel. To unusual and dangerous places. You hid a binder full
of National Geographic pages in your locker in high school because you didn’t want your mom to
see all the pictures you’d torn out to keep track of the places you wanted to visit.”
My jaw dropped slightly, and I widened my eyes. What?
He continued. “You didn’t eat lunch for an entire month senior year, because you saw Stu Levi
not eating and found out his single mom was out of work and couldn’t afford to put money on his
lunch card. So you put your own money on it. Anonymously.”
How did . . . ?
“You love dark chocolate,” he kept going, “Ricky Gervais, and any movie with singing and
dancing.” His voice filled the car, and my heartbeat was in my ears. “Except The Wizard of Oz,
because the witch freaks you out, right? And you’ve collected almost an entire set of vintage Nancy
Drew books. You had the most badges in your troop in Girl Scouts, and you had to quit swimming
when you were fourteen because your mom said that your shoulders were getting too muscular
and you wouldn’t look feminine. You loved swimming,” he added.
I wrapped my arms around my stomach, the air turning cold. Tate and Liam didn’t even know
all that. “I didn’t drool all over you in high school, K.C. I listened to you. I paid attention to you. What
the hell do you know about me?”
And he swung the car door open, climbed out, and slammed it shut, not waiting for an answer.
I sat there, watching him walk into his house and close the door.
Then the tears spilled over, and as much as I wanted to prove him wrong, I couldn’t go after
him. He didn’t know that I’d watched him, too. He didn’t know that I’d paid attention as well.
I always saw him.
“Music centers you,” I whispered to an empty car, staring at his front door. “You listened to
your iPod between classes and while you sat on the bleachers before school every morning.” I
smiled, letting more tears run down my cheeks and thinking back to him and his black hoodies,
looking so dark. “You love popcorn. Almost every kind and flavor but especially with Tabasco
sauce,” I said, remembering the times he would come into the theater where I worked. “You hold
the door open for women—students, teachers, and even old ladies coming out of Baskin-Robbins.
You love movies about natural disasters, but they have to have some comedy in them. Your favorite
one is Armageddon.” I swallowed and thought about how little I’d ever seen Jax truly smile. “And
while you love computers, it’s not your passion,” I concluded. “You love being outdoors. You love
having space.” My whole face hurt, the last words barely audible. “And you deserve someone who
makes you happy. I’m just not that person.”
Deleted Scene from Falling Away by Penelope Douglas:
DELETED Scene—Jaxon Watches K.C.
The first part—from K.C.’s point of view—appears in Falling Away. The second part—Jaxon’s point of view—does not.
Laughing, smiling, throwing my arms in the air and my hair every which way, I leapt onto the bed and bounced back to the floor, twirling around the room and forgetting the party outside.
The song was inside of me, and I was fucking happy for the first time in my life. Liam didn’t do it. Neither did Jax. Nor my friends or my family.
When the song ended, I played it again. And again. And again. Dancing. Laughing. Living.
I guessed we all built ourselves up through sadness, disappointment, and experience. It just happens at different times and in different ways.
Jared’s parties pissed off Tate, so she beat him.
Jax’s parties pissed me off, so I joined him.
Madoc stood next to me, watching K.C. through my bedroom window. “She’s lost her damn mind,” he joked.
“Yeah.” The corner of my mouth turned up. “Finally.”
My little pearl clutcher had certainly gone off the reservation, and I crossed my arms over my chest, taking in the sight of it.
She was smiling and crazy beautiful.
Digging my cell out of my pocket, I dialed the police station.
“What are you doing?” Madoc asked, bringing his Newcastle to his lips.
I wiggled my eyebrows at him, knowing he would know what that meant.
“Hey, Rachel,” I said into the phone, trying to sound concerned. “It’s Jax. Who’s on patrol tonight? I need to report a lot of noise coming from next door.”
Madoc immediately hunched over and started laughing, but it was so deep that it sounded more like a wheeze.
He shook his head, smiling. “You’re such a prick,” he chuckled.
Yeah, I am.
K.C. Carter may have lost her damn mind, and I wanted to make sure she never found it again.
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