The Edge of Never, Wait For You, Rule: Scorching Summer Reads 3 Books in 1. J. Lynn

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СКАЧАТЬ that she needs to tone her enthusiasm down a notch. “As long as you’re OK and you don’t still hate me, I’ll take it.”

      “Thank you.”

      Finally, she comes down from her horny gossip cloud:

      “I really am sorry, Cam. I can’t say it enough.”

      “I know. I believe you. And when I call you later, you can also tell me what happened with Damon. If you want to.”

      “Alright,” she says, “sounds good.”

      “I’ll talk to you later … and Nat?”

      “Yeah?”

      “I’m really glad you called. I’ve missed you a lot.”

      “Me too.”

      We hang up and I just stare at the phone for a minute until my thoughts of Natalie fade into my thoughts of Andrew. Just like I said: all of the faces in my daydreams have become Andrew’s face.

      I take a shower and put on a pair of jeans which still haven’t been washed, but they don’t stink so I guess it’s OK for now. But if I don’t get my clothes washed soon I’m going to be hitting another department store for something new. I’m just glad I packed twelve pairs of clean panties in that duffle bag of mine.

      I start to put on makeup and do the usual, but then I let my fingers rest on the bathroom sink and I look at myself in the mirror, trying to see what Andrew sees. He’s almost seen me at my absolute worst: no makeup, circles under my eyes after being awake on the road for so long, nasty breath, wild, grungy hair—I smile thinking about it and then picture him standing behind me, right now, in the mirror. I see his mouth buried in the curve of my neck and his hard arms wrapped around my body from behind, his fingers pressing against my ribs.

      There’s a knock on my room door, snapping me out of my daydream.

      “Are you ready?” Andrew asks when I open the door for him.

      He comes the rest of the way into the room.

      “Where are we going, anyway?” I ask walking back into the bathroom where my makeup is. “And I need some clean clothes. Seriously.”

      He walks up behind me and it shocks me a little because it almost feels like that daydream I was having moments ago. I start to put on mascara, leaning over the sink toward the mirror. I squint the left eye while applying mascara to the right eye while Andrew checks out my butt. He’s not being secret about it at all. He wants me to see him being bad. I roll my eyes at him and go back to my mascara, switching to the other eye.

      “There’s a laundry facility on the twelfth floor,” he says.

      He locks his hands around my hips and looks at me in the mirror with a devilish grin and his bottom lip pinned between his teeth.

      I swing around.

      “Then that’s the first place we’re going,” I say.

      “What?” He looks disappointed. “No, I want to go out, walk around the town, have a few beers, see a few bands play. I don’t want to do laundry.”

      “Oh, quit whining,” I say and turn around back to the mirror whipping my lipstick out of my bag. “It’s not even two o’clock in the afternoon—you’re not one of those beer-for-breakfast guys, are you?”

      He flinches and presses his palm against his heart, pretending to be wounded. “Absolutely not! I wait at least until lunch.”

      I shake my head and push him out of the bathroom; toothy, dimpled smile and all, and then shut the door with him on the other side.

      “What was that for?” he says through the door.

      “I have to pee!”

      “Well, I wouldn’t have looked!”

      “Go get your dirty clothes from your room, Andrew!”

      “But—”

      “Now, Andrew! Or, we’re not going out later!”

      I can picture his bottom lip puckered out, though of course that’s totally not what he’s doing. He’s grinning a hole through that damn door.

      “Fine!” he says and then I hear the room door open and then shut behind him.

      When I’m done in the bathroom, I gather up all of my dirty laundry and stuff it into my sling bag and I slip on my flip-flops.

       Twenty-Three

      We do laundry first and while we’re there I do fold everything after I take it out of the dryer, rather than shoving it all back into the bags. He tries to protest, but I get my way this time. Afterwards, we hit the town and he takes me everywhere, even to the St. Louis cemetery where the tombs are above ground and I’ve never seen anything like that before. We walk together all the way down Canal Street toward the World Trade Center New Orleans where we find a much-needed Starbucks. We talk forever over coffee and I tell him that I got a call from Natalie earlier. And we go on and on about her and Damon, who Andrew has grown quickly to detest.

      Later we pass up a steakhouse which Andrew tries to get me to stop with him at by throwing that deal I made with him back on the bus in my face. But I’m not the slightest bit hungry and try to explain to a whimpering steak-deprived Andrew that I have to be ready for a big meal if he wants me to enjoy a steak.

      And we find a mall: The Shops at Canal Place, where I am actually excited to go after being stuck wearing the same boring clothes for the past week.

      “But we just did laundry,” Andrew protests as we head inside. “What do you need new clothes for?”

      I hoist my purse strap on the opposite shoulder and grab him by the elbow.

      “If we’re going out tonight,” I say, dragging him along, “then I want to find something cute that looks halfway decent.”

      “But what you’re wearing now is cute as hell,” he argues.

      “I just want a new pair of jeans and a top,” I say then stop and look at him. “You can help me pick it out.”

      That got his attention.

      “Alright,” he says, smiling.

      I pull him along again. “But don’t get your hopes up,” I say, jerking his arm in emphasis, “I said you can help, not choose.”

      “You sure are getting your way a lot today,” he says. “You should know, babe, I’ll only let you get away with so much before I start playing my cards.”

      “What cards do you think you have to play exactly?” I question with confidence because I think he’s bluffing.

      He purses his lips when I glance over and my confidence is starting СКАЧАТЬ