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Authors: Ella James
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talk to me.”
10
“Talk to you?”
“Tell me all about yourself. What’s it like to be Margo Ford?”
She inhaled, filling her lungs slowly, until she felt sure she wasn’t going to be sick. Then she stiffened her spine to see if he’d loosen his hold on her. He didn’t.
“Why do you care?” Hadn’t he told her on the patio that he didn’t want to be her friend?
“I’m interested.” He flattened his hand out on her ribs, resituating just a bit, so she could feel every inch of him, hard and hot. “I’ve been down here since the twenty-first of May with a bunch of astronomers. They’re fine to talk to, but all they’re interested in is space. I love it, too, but, you know, it can get pretty dry...”
She said nothing. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to say, and it was probably the head trauma, but she found herself tongue-tied.
“…So,” he said at last, “Margo, what’s your favorite movie?”
His voice was a purr, so soft and gentle. Could she trust him? If she remembered he was being nice because she’d hit her head.
“ Star Wars .”
He laughed, a warm, rich sound. “You really do have a horse named R2D2? I thought you were kidding.”
“Had,” she corrected. “And no, not kidding. Star Wars is my favorite.”
“Why?”
“It’s…happy.”
“Happy?”
“It is happy. Especially the first one. It’s like a fairy tale.”
“So that’s your favorite? A New Hope ?” Logan laughed. “You know what that means,” he said.
“No.”
He leaned his head down, so his breath was a puff against her neck. “It means,” he said, slowly and dramatically, so that all the hairs on her arms raised up in prescient splendor, “that you’re possibly—well, probably…my soul mate.”
The world seemed to slow to half speed. The white seagull-looking bird she had been watching took twice as long to reach his branch. The horse seemed to swim through the grass. Even the air stilled, as every cell of her homed in on his voice.
“It’s not easy to find a pretty girl whose favorite movie is Star Wars . Do you know how many geeks there are out there who would kill to meet someone like you?” He laughed.
“And you’re a geek?” she asked skeptically.
“Absolutely. I love Star Wars . I love the optimism in A New Hope . Not that it’s my favorite. I’m a Return of the Jedi kind of guy. Luke versus Vader, Leia as a slave.”
The way his words came, tumbling out, bursts of life and air. The way his voice felt, hummed into her ear. The way his shoulders cupped hers as Gamma walked. Each fragment of the moment burrowed deep into her skin, and without any warning, tears stung in her eyes.
Crying— again? She widened her eyes, hoping to staunch the flow, and her body must have tensed, because Logan groaned.
“Hey, I’m sorry. I was just yanking your chain. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. You don’t have to lean up like that. Lean back again. If you fall off, Jana will think I’m trying to kill you.”
You are.
“I’m fine,” she lied. “My head just hurts.”
“I know it’s gotta hurt. But we’re getting closer now. See?” He nodded, chin brushing her hair. “The barn’s just a little ways away. Keep on talking to me. Consider it charity, so I don’t worry. Start with where you’re from.”
He wrapped her close to him, and Margo held her breath, pathetically elated; he would worry . “Where I’m from… You mean Napa, or New Orleans?”
“Either one—or both. Why don’t you tell me about both of them?”
She took a deep breath, struggling to think. “I’m from Napa Valley. I used to live there with my dad. And then I moved to Kerrigan in New Orleans. It’s a girls’ school. Really old and schmoozy .”
“ Schmoozy , huh?” She could hear his smile.
“Everybody there has their own plane. And lots of houses. Like my roommate, Elizabeth Timberdime , she has seven of them.”
“That’s a lot.”
“I’ve been staying at their home in Tahoe since school
10
“Talk to you?”
“Tell me all about yourself. What’s it like to be Margo Ford?”
She inhaled, filling her lungs slowly, until she felt sure she wasn’t going to be sick. Then she stiffened her spine to see if he’d loosen his hold on her. He didn’t.
“Why do you care?” Hadn’t he told her on the patio that he didn’t want to be her friend?
“I’m interested.” He flattened his hand out on her ribs, resituating just a bit, so she could feel every inch of him, hard and hot. “I’ve been down here since the twenty-first of May with a bunch of astronomers. They’re fine to talk to, but all they’re interested in is space. I love it, too, but, you know, it can get pretty dry...”
She said nothing. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to say, and it was probably the head trauma, but she found herself tongue-tied.
“…So,” he said at last, “Margo, what’s your favorite movie?”
His voice was a purr, so soft and gentle. Could she trust him? If she remembered he was being nice because she’d hit her head.
“ Star Wars .”
He laughed, a warm, rich sound. “You really do have a horse named R2D2? I thought you were kidding.”
“Had,” she corrected. “And no, not kidding. Star Wars is my favorite.”
“Why?”
“It’s…happy.”
“Happy?”
“It is happy. Especially the first one. It’s like a fairy tale.”
“So that’s your favorite? A New Hope ?” Logan laughed. “You know what that means,” he said.
“No.”
He leaned his head down, so his breath was a puff against her neck. “It means,” he said, slowly and dramatically, so that all the hairs on her arms raised up in prescient splendor, “that you’re possibly—well, probably…my soul mate.”
The world seemed to slow to half speed. The white seagull-looking bird she had been watching took twice as long to reach his branch. The horse seemed to swim through the grass. Even the air stilled, as every cell of her homed in on his voice.
“It’s not easy to find a pretty girl whose favorite movie is Star Wars . Do you know how many geeks there are out there who would kill to meet someone like you?” He laughed.
“And you’re a geek?” she asked skeptically.
“Absolutely. I love Star Wars . I love the optimism in A New Hope . Not that it’s my favorite. I’m a Return of the Jedi kind of guy. Luke versus Vader, Leia as a slave.”
The way his words came, tumbling out, bursts of life and air. The way his voice felt, hummed into her ear. The way his shoulders cupped hers as Gamma walked. Each fragment of the moment burrowed deep into her skin, and without any warning, tears stung in her eyes.
Crying— again? She widened her eyes, hoping to staunch the flow, and her body must have tensed, because Logan groaned.
“Hey, I’m sorry. I was just yanking your chain. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. You don’t have to lean up like that. Lean back again. If you fall off, Jana will think I’m trying to kill you.”
You are.
“I’m fine,” she lied. “My head just hurts.”
“I know it’s gotta hurt. But we’re getting closer now. See?” He nodded, chin brushing her hair. “The barn’s just a little ways away. Keep on talking to me. Consider it charity, so I don’t worry. Start with where you’re from.”
He wrapped her close to him, and Margo held her breath, pathetically elated; he would worry . “Where I’m from… You mean Napa, or New Orleans?”
“Either one—or both. Why don’t you tell me about both of them?”
She took a deep breath, struggling to think. “I’m from Napa Valley. I used to live there with my dad. And then I moved to Kerrigan in New Orleans. It’s a girls’ school. Really old and schmoozy .”
“ Schmoozy , huh?” She could hear his smile.
“Everybody there has their own plane. And lots of houses. Like my roommate, Elizabeth Timberdime , she has seven of them.”
“That’s a lot.”
“I’ve been staying at their home in Tahoe since school
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