Page 94 of All the Right Moves


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He spends a few minutes telling me what’s going on with the family, but as much as I love them, that’s not what I am truly curious about.

Trying to get the information I really want, I ask, “And how’s everyone on the ranch?”

He gives me a shit-eating grin. “You wouldn’t happen to be asking about a man who’s been sulking ever since you left, would you?”

“Cut the shit, Jessie. You know—wait, sulking?”

“That’s what Jonas said. I guess Shane came looking for you the morning after you left, but you were already gone.”

“Oh?” I ask, not sure what else to say.

“And…” He trails off.

“And what, Jessie?”

Don’t go quiet on me now!

“And a couple of weeks ago, he went up to the school looking for you. He went to one of the volleyball games you were coaching.”

“What?” I practically shout. “Why wouldn’t he say anything?”

“Same reason he let you go instead of asking you to move in with him like he was going to.”

It’s official. Jessie has stunned me into silence.

When I don’t say anything, he adds, “Shane’s grandpa moved out, so it’s Shane’s house now. He wanted to ask you to move in, but I guess when you told him about the job, he thought letting you go would make you happier than staying here in Grady with him. When he realized how dumb he was being, it was too late.”

“It wasn’t too late!” I scoff. “He should have said something when he was at the game.”

“Maybe. But he thought he was going to have to have more than a handful of promises to get you back. He needed something more.”

“Like what?”

He shrugs his shoulders.

Thinking for a moment, I settle on, “That dumb son-of-a-bitch. He thinks that I am this unattainable girl that he’s not good enough for.”

“That’s ridiculous. Has he met you?”

“Right?!”

Standing up, I start frantically looking for my keys. “I have to go.”

“Go where? It’s snowing like crazy out there, Jenna.”

“I’ll be fine. It’s a ten-minute drive. But I’m tired of this back and forth bullshit we are doing. Whether we are together or not, we are going to talk about it, damnit.”

Finally, I find my keys on the kitchen counter, throw on a jacket, and head out the door.

The roads are shit as the snow has been falling like crazy the past few hours, and my little car doesn’t appreciate the slick conditions.

I drive at a snail’s speed, so the ten-minute drive I talked about quickly takes much longer.

I’m coasting down the road that Shane lives on when I suddenly hit a slick spot on the road. My poor little car spins a couple of times before landing in a patch of grass ten feet from where I started. When it skids to a stop, the engine dies, and I attempt to start it back up.

No luck.

It just makes this awful whirring sound without the engine ever actually turning over.

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