“Shall we walk a little?” She hated the pleading tone she heard in her voice. But though she’d passed desperate and was fast approaching hopeless, she refused to give up.
He’d barely glanced at her since they’d stepped out onto the raised wood deck, leaving the too-loud music and general ruckus of the party behind in favor of a cool spring night beneath a starry Texas sky. Boots planted wide, thumbs hooked in the back pockets of his Levis, Jason stood at the top of the stairs that led down into the yard.
Cherry’s heart did that same little skip it had the first time she’d seen him.
– chapter 1, Cherry’s War
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