From Catch a Falling Star : At a small turn of the path, we came to a fountain under a trellis flowering with fuchsia blooms. Adam laced his fingers with mine, sending a warm jolt through me. I tried to listen to what he was saying, but suddenly I felt soaked in sadness. Adam noticed, leaned into me a bit, and whispered, "You okay?" I could hear cameras behind us, like tiny dogs nipping at our heels. I nodded, hoping to shed this feeling, so foreign to me. "I'm fine. Just tired . . ." Truth was, I was sad because none of this was real. And that was suddenly a huge problem. Because I really liked this guy, the version of him that broke through his cloud cover once in a while. I had expected to tolerate the tantrums of a brash, selfish movie star for a few weeks, smile, grit my teeth, and quietly count my cash, help my brother out, ease my parents' stress. Adam wasn't supposed to have flashes of cute and smart and interesting. He wasn't supposed to make me feel like this. Like I could float away into the sky. Only in the movies, right? Excerpted from Catch a Falling Star by Kim Culbertson All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
