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Cate Tiernan [Immortal Belove Immortal Beloved (epub)
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Beth Harbison [Shoe Addict 02 Secrets of a Shoe Addict (epub)
Cara Lynn Shultz [Dark World The Dark World (retail) (epub)
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.”He frowned for a moment and nodded.“Be careful, okay? And if you see the guy, don't talk to him.Don't hesitate.Call for help right away.”“I will.”“All right.The booth there can reach me if you need anything.”“Thank you, George.”“You're welcome.And congratulations again.”I smiled and shook his hand.My fingers looked so tiny against his bigger hand.But his shake was gentle and his smile was kind as he bid me goodbye.+Half an hour later I was still standing in the same spot, and beginning to panic.I'd called Kat so many times that now my phone was running low and I had no idea what to do.I'd wandered and paged her and texted and even sent her an email.But she didn't show up or get back to me.Something had to be wrong.Kat would never ever leave me handing like this.If she'd been unable to meet me she would have said something or found someone else to meet me.Terrible thoughts ran through my mind and I began to cry a little.But as the first tear slid over my chin I grunted and swiped at it angrily.I wasn't the same weeping little girl anymore.I was an adult with a college diploma and I could sure as hell take care of myself without crying.After looking in my wallet I figured I had just enough cash to get a cab to Kat's apartment.I remembered the address and so I went over to the now short line and waited to find someone to drive me.Within minutes I was sitting in the back of a light blue car, my suitcase in the trunk, listening to the driver provide a play by play report of a sports game from last night.Apparently it hadn't gone well for the home team and he was pretty irritated.The mindless chatter calmed me in a weird way and I half listened while looking out the window.Kat and I were both born here.Our parents, too.Mom once told me that members of our family from both sides had come from Ireland around the same time and both ended up in the same neighborhood for generations.We used to tease that Mom and Dad were probably related somehow and eventually there'd be a big scandal.Dad joked that being inbred would explain why we kids couldn't remember simple things like closing drawers and putting socks in the hampers.Sometimes the good memories are more painful than the bad ones and I was suddenly breathless with grief.Kat had warned me about this.That important events and dated would be hard.Things our parents should have been around to witness, be a part of.It didn't make the pain go away, but it did soothe me a bit.As the cab made its way up into the city proper, I craned my neck to see everything of my new-old hometown.The river to the right and the bright business of the city to the left distracted me.The skyline was different than I remembered.More skyscrapers filled the air.Traffic was heavy and the cab crept slowly forward, but I didn’t mind.It was nice to have a quiet and unhurried reintroduction.After years in a smaller town and four on campus, the city was a lot to take in.Its vibrant hum harmonized with my own nervous energy and I found myself lowering the window and pressing my face into the rush of air that swept by.My hair escaped from its messy bun and blew into my eyes, making me laugh.“First time here?” the driver asked, glancing at me through the mirror.“No, but it’s been a long time.”“Well, welcome back.”“Thank you.”“That address you gave me, it’s a nice place, I think.”“I hope so.”“The neighborhood’s been getting a lot better.A girl got killed there a couple years ago, but haven’t heard nothing like that since then.”His words stole away any of the joy I’d been feeling.Kat hadn’t come to get me.Something bad could’ve happened to her.I tapped out another text message quickly, and stared at the screen on my phone, willing her to call.“Oh, hell,” the driver said.“You’ve gone all pale.Don’t listen to me.”I shook my head.“It’s fine.I’m just anxious to get there.”“Sure, sure.Must be, after your flight.Sit back and try to relax.I’ll get you there before you know it.”I smiled and thanked him, but there wasn’t any way he’d drive fast enough to soothe my worried mind.The rest of the drive was uneventful.Scenery was forgotten and my eyes never left the screen of my phone.But no amount of holding it tightly or staring intently made a call or message from Kat appear.So when the cab finally stopped, pulling in front of her building, I frantically pushed all of my money at the driver, not caring that I’d over-tipped, and yanked my own bag out of the trunk so I could run.It took me a few seconds to work out how to get inside.The building was an old converted warehouse, like many in the area, and the front door didn’t have a conventional lock.I held the key Kat had mailed me and glanced around, frustrated.There was an intercom system to call up, but as expected, no one answered in her apartment [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]