Time for an excerpt from Crash Into Love. Cass and Jonah are talking properly, for the first time: ~ “The night sky never fails to take my breath away. It’s completely different from where I used to live in England.” “Have you been here long? In New Zealand?” I wondered again why he’d ignored me earlier but wanted to talk now. I replied carefully. “Just over ten years. I married a Kiwi who wanted to take me home with him.” Jonah cocked his head at me in an unspoken question. “He traded me in for a younger model. We’re divorced now.” It was almost true. The papers wouldn’t be finalized for a few months, but the marriage had been over for years. “I’m sorry.” Jonah sounded as though he meant it, and I shrugged, keen to shake off the dismal mood that had fallen. “Don’t be, I’m glad now.” I took a deep breath. Dare I say it? “If I was still married, I wouldn’t be sitting here now.” “Any children?” “One, a son. Dylan.” My minuscule, beachside romance was about to be snuffed out before it had even started. “He’s about your age.” Jonah snorted into his glass. “I’m twenty-four. You don’t look old enough.” I smiled into my wine. “Thanks. I’m still ten years older than you. I had Dylan when I was sixteen, and I met Colin, my ex, later. You remind me of Dylan’s real father. He was a guitarist, too.” Why was I prattling on? Scare him away Cass, why don’t you? Jonah stared into his glass. “I’m not, anymore.” His voice was so low, I struggled to hear him. “I’m not anything now.” He took a deep breath and pushed himself to a standing position. “I should go.” There was something I had to know, and the wine had made me bold enough to ask. “Why did you ignore me tonight? I didn’t mean to intrude. Your friends invited me.” He stared down at me, his dark eyes burning into my soul. Slowly, carefully, he placed the empty glass on the table and then reached out a hand to me. Surprised, I let him pull me to my feet. His grip was warm and sure, but he let go when I stood before him. I felt a flicker of uncertainty. He opened his mouth as though to speak and then paused. “I couldn’t focus.” The words were slow and measured. “I wanted this instead.” His hand lifted to slide into my hair, pushing back a stray lock and tucking it behind my ear. The breath caught in my throat. Spellbound, I searched his face, seeing the same intensity I glimpsed earlier. Fingertips trailed down my cheek before he traced my lips. “Soft,” he whispered. I was lost. Time stopped. There was just Jonah and me, with the moon and the stars behind his head and his voice in my heart.
Posted on: Tue, 01 Apr 2014 01:13:02 +0000
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