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No answer.
So Becca turned on all the lights and inspected every closet.
She wished her mom would come home.
Her phone chimed from her bedroom. It was the only thing to have survived the crash and the flood.
She’d used it to call her mom from the ambulance.
1 New Text Message
Had to be Quinn. Becca scrolled through the menu. She didn’t recognize the number, but the message was loud and clear.
What RU Up to? Practicing Krav Maga? :-)
Hunter had no idea about the accident. Just a normal boy sending a girl a text. Becca grinned. She couldn’t help it. She texted back.
Did you just text a smiley?
His return message was lightning quick.
Don’t girls love smileys?
She was blushing. At a text message. She whipped her thumbs across the keys.
Girls love the real thing.
This time there was a pause.
Or maybe he was typing something long.
Then her phone flashed. New message.
Is that an invitation?
Her heart kicked against her ribs as if the adrenaline on the bridge had been a warm-up. She remembered the challenge in his voice at the park. In or out, Becca?
Her fingers flew across the keys, typing quickly before she chickened out.
Sure is.
Still, her heart continued to pound. He could say no. He could say he was kidding. He could say something like, “Guess you’ll have to wait ’til tomorrow.”
Then her phone flashed.
See you in ten.
CHAPTER 26
Becca changed clothes three times. She’d pulled on pajamas after her shower, but she sure wasn’t greeting Hunter at the door in the threadbare cami set she’d had since eighth grade. Jeans and a sweater seemed too stiff, considering it was nine o’clock at night and she’d just climbed out of the shower.
She finally settled on black yoga pants and an electric-blue tank top, twisting her half dried hair into a loose knot at the back of her head and securing it with a set of hair sticks. She barely had enough time for blush and mascara before Hunter was knocking on her door.
He’d changed clothes since school—or at least his shirt was different. A long-sleeved tee shirt clung to his chest and shoulders, red with some black silkscreening across the front in a design she couldn’t make sense of.
Stop staring at his chest.
She jerked her gaze up and found his eyes close. “Hey.”
