Run Away with Me Jake Shit. That went well. I watch Em slam the padlock shut on the rack of kayaks and then shoulder open the door to the store. It slams behind her, rattling the glass, and I wince, rubbing my stomach where Em hit me with the paddle. Was that deliberate? No. If it were deliberate, she would have smacked me around the head with it. I want to move. I want to follow her. But I don't. I head down to the water instead and stand staring out across the bay. What was I thinking? Coming here. Turning up out of the blue. What did I expect? For her to be happy to see me? Yeah. I laugh ruefully to myself. I guess that's what I had hoped for, deep down, but not what I had expected. I always knew it wasn't going to be that easy. Damn. I reach for the oar she left by the shore and pick it up, still feeling a little winded. So much time I've spent thinking about what her reaction would be to me, and I never once stopped to think about what my reaction would be to her. But there it is. All those years between us are a chasm that probably can't be bridged. And there's a mountain of lies and pain and hurt that might be impossible to climb. But the fact remains that Emerson Lowe is still the only girl who's ever taken my breath away. Excerpted from Run Away with Me by Mila Gray 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.
