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When It’s Right
by Jeanette
Grey
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Still
licking his wounds after a messy breakup, Nate is at loose ends for New Year’s
Eve and itching for a wild and crazy adventure to jolt him out of his rut. Now
if he could only convince his best friend, Cassie, to break away for an
impromptu road trip to Times Square.
Fun
as it sounds, Cassie is reluctant to accept Nate’s invitation. Little does he
know, she’s made resolutions of her own—resolutions about finally getting over
her long-standing crush on him. Telling herself this trip will be the perfect
“last hurrah”, she packs her bag.
The
trip is a fiasco from the outset. A car that won’t start, a freak storm that
strands them on the side of the road, and a long drive with too much time for true
confessions. Cassie’s rocks Nate to the core, leaving him wondering if the best
thing that ever happened to him has been right in front of him all along.
Warning:
Contains two best friends, a secret crush, and a road trip that leads to tow
trucks, unexpected hotel-room sharing, epiphanies, sex, and more.
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EXCERPT
"When I first met you, I thought… I used to think you
were hot. Really, really hot.”
Nate’s breath caught, and his quiet, “Oh?” sounded choked,
even to him.
“Yeah. I even…you probably could have called it a crush.”
Jesus Christ. Their whole friendship twisted and changed
before his eyes. “You never said anything.”
She laughed low in her throat. “Can you blame me? With all
those girls throwing themselves at you…”
She was right. She usually was. Part of what had drawn him
to her off the bat was that she hadn’t flirted, hadn’t flattered him or tried
to get him to go home with her. Instead, she’d just talked to him. Gotten to
know him, and he had gotten to know her, free from the pressures of attraction.
Not that he hadn’t felt it for her, too. In his own way.
“I always thought you were cute,” he admitted.
“Cute?” She said it like it was an insult.
“Hot, but in a different way.”
“If that’s your way of saying I have ‘a great personality’…”
“But you do!” He stopped himself. Made himself take a deep breath
and think. “I mean, I know that’s a code word for ugly, but it’s not. You’re
attractive because you don’t try. Because you’re just yourself, and it makes
you hotter.” The words were falling out of him entirely too quickly, truths he
rarely even spoke to himself meeting the air. “You’re smart and fun and nice.
And yeah, you’re gorgeous, but that’s not the point. You act like just one of
the guys, but you’re not. You’re you.”
He didn’t know how else to say it. And now that he was
letting himself think like that, he couldn’t turn it off.
Jeanette Grey
started out with degrees in physics and painting, which she dutifully applied
to stunted careers in teaching, technical support, and advertising. When none
of that panned out, she started writing. In her spare time, Jeanette enjoys
making pottery, playing board games, and spending time with her husband and her
pet frog. She lives, loves, and writes in upstate New York.
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