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“Good point,” he said, catching her waist in his hands and kissing her again.
And her back was against a tree and her fingers were tangled in his hair and she was forgetting what she’d even come to talk about in the first place.
But then his fingers slid under the hoodie.
She caught his wrists, and he drew back, his eyes dark in the early morning light.
“Are you still worried about your scars?” he said gently.
“You know I think you’re ”
“Wait.” She blinked up at him in surprise. “You don’t know?”
“I don’t know what?”
She took his hand and slid it under her shirt. “My scars are gone.”
His hand went still against her skin. “How?”
She gave a little laugh. “You tell me. They disappeared after the barn fire.”
His fingers drifted higher, skimming along her rib cage. “All of them?”
“Yes, all of ” She gasped as his thumb went under the edge of her bra, then playfully smacked him. “Hey!”
“Sorry.” He kissed her again. “Thought I should check thoroughly.”
Then he pulled back. “We should walk. I don’t want to get you in trouble. Your father hates me.”
“Oh, you’ve saved my life twice now. I think he might give you the time of day.”
“Really?”
She shrugged a little, smiling up at him. “Maybe. Give it time.”
Then she sobered. “But I want to know. About you.”
He sighed, then bent to pick up a dead leaf from the path. He spun it by its stem. “Truth?”
She nodded.
The leaf sizzled and flared to life, catching flame that sparked light across his cheeks.
“Let’s walk,” he said. “And I’ll tell you everything.”
y, they were grasping at straws. Layne let them grasp.
What was she going to say? When I almost died in the barn, this guy saved my life . . .
The pillow was pulled away from her face, and her mother’s heavily made up face smiled down at her through a cloud of some expensive perfume. “Oh, Laynie, I wish you’d told me.
Once we finish with this mess” she waved a manicured hand to indicate the treatment room “we can go to the mall. I saw the cutest dress the other day and thought, If only Layne didn’t have ”
Layne sat up. The oxygen tube strung around her face pulled tight, but she didn’t care. “No.”
Her mother blinked. “No?”
“No. I like the way I dress. And it’s too late to play mom.”
