Read Online Some Girls Don't (Outback Heat Book 2) by Amy Andrews - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Amy Andrews
Ads: Link
hand and stepping back.
At least it was a goodbye this time. Still unsatisfying. Still a sense of unfinished business, but a goodbye nonetheless.
He was just pleased Marcus wasn’t here to witness it. And hang shit on him later.
Their gazes locked and in that moment everything and everyone around them faded, and he was seventeen again, standing with his girl at the footy on a Sunday afternoon.
He wanted to tell her that he was glad she’d come back. That he was glad they’d talked, glad he knew what had happened all those years ago, but a loud squeal of feedback from the crappy sound system rent the air between them and Selena broke eye contact.
A tinny, “Welcome ladies and gentleman and thank you for staying on for the medal ceremony,” announced the start of the awards.
“Gotta go,” he said.
She nodded. “Yeah.” And she turned away heading toward her grandmother, her ass in those shorts taunting him all the way to work.
* * *
Selena had every intention of driving straight out of Jumbuck Springs later that afternoon and never looking back. But when she got to the main road through town, instead of turning right and heading east towards Brisbane, she turned left heading out of town in the other direction.
Saying goodbye to Jarrod at the football had been awkward and stilted. Things had been left unsaid between them, and she didn’t want to leave like that again. Last night they hadn’t really talked about what had happened between them—it had been too raw to even analyse—and she needed to know that Jarrod wasn’t freaking out about it.
He’d seemed kind of freaked out at the footy—distracted—his gaze landing on her frequently, hot and heavy on her neck.
And she didn’t want that. She may not have any plans to return to Jumbuck Springs any time soon, but she didn’t want to leave with any resentment between them this time. She wanted to talk to him. Say the things she’d wanted to say to him at the football, but hadn’t felt able to amongst a crowd of people.
That she had missed him. And she had been wrong to leave like she did fifteen years ago. That she had hurt him and she was sorry.
That it was great to see him again. Not just nice as she’d told him. Great . Really great.
Too great …
Something that maybe they’d both needed in order to move forward.
Then she could leave with a clear conscience. Something she hadn’t had as far as Jarrod Weston was concerned for fifteen years.
She’d hightailed it out of Jumbuck Springs with the ghost of her mother on her tail—a woman she didn’t even remember—and never looked back. In hindsight, telling him the real reason last night had been cathartic. For both of them. Even if it hadn’t been easy hearing his pain. Knowing she’d caused it. Jarrod had spoken the truth—he wouldn’t have been like her father. And she should never have judged him through that lens.
She had to live with the fact that she’d destroyed something good. Something that could have been better.
And she needed to tell him that too.
* * *
Five minutes later she pulled her car up outside the rural fire service headquarters. A quarter of the building appeared to be office space, abutting a huge concrete hangar area with three massive roller doors that were up and showing off two gleaming yellow fire engines. A small engine took up the third space and beside it sat a sturdy four-wheel drive vehicle with a row of emergency lights on the roof and the rural fire service logo on the sides and front.
It had expanded significantly from the single shed and one engine that had been here when she’d left town all those years ago.
She climbed out of the car, the afternoon sun hot on her bare legs and arms as she approached the building. She walked inside, the coolness of the large concrete space caressing her skin as she slipped between the two big engines. The place seemed deserted, but she could hear voices coming from
At least it was a goodbye this time. Still unsatisfying. Still a sense of unfinished business, but a goodbye nonetheless.
He was just pleased Marcus wasn’t here to witness it. And hang shit on him later.
Their gazes locked and in that moment everything and everyone around them faded, and he was seventeen again, standing with his girl at the footy on a Sunday afternoon.
He wanted to tell her that he was glad she’d come back. That he was glad they’d talked, glad he knew what had happened all those years ago, but a loud squeal of feedback from the crappy sound system rent the air between them and Selena broke eye contact.
A tinny, “Welcome ladies and gentleman and thank you for staying on for the medal ceremony,” announced the start of the awards.
“Gotta go,” he said.
She nodded. “Yeah.” And she turned away heading toward her grandmother, her ass in those shorts taunting him all the way to work.
* * *
Selena had every intention of driving straight out of Jumbuck Springs later that afternoon and never looking back. But when she got to the main road through town, instead of turning right and heading east towards Brisbane, she turned left heading out of town in the other direction.
Saying goodbye to Jarrod at the football had been awkward and stilted. Things had been left unsaid between them, and she didn’t want to leave like that again. Last night they hadn’t really talked about what had happened between them—it had been too raw to even analyse—and she needed to know that Jarrod wasn’t freaking out about it.
He’d seemed kind of freaked out at the footy—distracted—his gaze landing on her frequently, hot and heavy on her neck.
And she didn’t want that. She may not have any plans to return to Jumbuck Springs any time soon, but she didn’t want to leave with any resentment between them this time. She wanted to talk to him. Say the things she’d wanted to say to him at the football, but hadn’t felt able to amongst a crowd of people.
That she had missed him. And she had been wrong to leave like she did fifteen years ago. That she had hurt him and she was sorry.
That it was great to see him again. Not just nice as she’d told him. Great . Really great.
Too great …
Something that maybe they’d both needed in order to move forward.
Then she could leave with a clear conscience. Something she hadn’t had as far as Jarrod Weston was concerned for fifteen years.
She’d hightailed it out of Jumbuck Springs with the ghost of her mother on her tail—a woman she didn’t even remember—and never looked back. In hindsight, telling him the real reason last night had been cathartic. For both of them. Even if it hadn’t been easy hearing his pain. Knowing she’d caused it. Jarrod had spoken the truth—he wouldn’t have been like her father. And she should never have judged him through that lens.
She had to live with the fact that she’d destroyed something good. Something that could have been better.
And she needed to tell him that too.
* * *
Five minutes later she pulled her car up outside the rural fire service headquarters. A quarter of the building appeared to be office space, abutting a huge concrete hangar area with three massive roller doors that were up and showing off two gleaming yellow fire engines. A small engine took up the third space and beside it sat a sturdy four-wheel drive vehicle with a row of emergency lights on the roof and the rural fire service logo on the sides and front.
It had expanded significantly from the single shed and one engine that had been here when she’d left town all those years ago.
She climbed out of the car, the afternoon sun hot on her bare legs and arms as she approached the building. She walked inside, the coolness of the large concrete space caressing her skin as she slipped between the two big engines. The place seemed deserted, but she could hear voices coming from
Similar Books
