Unbreak Me (Second Chances #1)

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seatbelt and crossed her ankles.

    As Austin pulled away from the curb and began driving down the street, Melanie looked in his direction, really taking the time to observe him. His hair was damp as if he’d just showered before he came to get her. It looked so soft where it fringed over his collar in the back. She wondered how it would feel to run her fingers through it. She noticed he’d shaved also. The last several times she’d seen him he’d had a light stubble across his cheeks and chin, now it was silky smooth with an intoxicating scent of after-shave. It was a familiar smell, and she could swear that she knew it. It’d been too long though so she couldn’t be sure. Glancing in his direction one more time she worked up the courage to ask. “What kind of after-shave do you wear? It seems so familiar to me.”

    Austin grinned in satisfaction, “You like it huh?”

    “It’s nice,” she blushed and turned away for a moment.

    As she was looking out the window he murmured, “It’s Nautica White.”

    Melanie’s eyes began to well with tears. That was Sean’s favorite. That’s why it seemed so familiar. This had to be a sign.

    Austin noticed her shoulder tense and reached over to clasp her hand. He wasn’t sure how forward he should be with her. This was only their first date, and he didn’t want to scare her off. “Are you ok?” his voice was soft and caring.

    “Yes, I’m fine,” she wiped her eyes and took a calming breath. “I’m fine,” she repeated.

Chapter 6

    Shortly after Melanie and Austin left on their date, Katie plopped down on the couch and began eating the dinner Melanie had left her. “Oh mom, you’re the best,” she sighed as she shoved noodles into her mouth. Chinese was Katie’s favorite and Melanie always picked it up whenever she had to work late or go out at night. It was the universal “I’m sorry” between them. Katie secretly looked forward to it, it was the only “junk food” that her mom permitted in the house.

    She flicked on the TV and began searching for something to watch just as her cell vibrated signaling a text. When she picked it up, it showed caller unknown . Huh , she thought . I wonder who this could be . She clicked to accept the text.

    Unknown number: What R U doing right now?

    Katie: Who is this?

    Unknown number: I bet you’re studying for that big Chem test, am I right?

    She giggled to herself, Oh Hannah you think you’re so funny.

    Katie: No, I’m watching TV. This isn’t funny, Hannah.

    The phone beeped almost immediately.

    Unknown Number: This isn’t Hannah, try again.

    Katie jumped up and ran to the laptop to see that Hannah was still logged on to her Skype account.
    The phone beeped again.

    Unknown number: Wanna let me in? I’m on your front steps.

    Katie whirled around and began flicking every light in the house on. She grabbed her phone in case she had to call the police, and made her way to the door, checking to make sure it was still locked. Shaking, she moved the curtain slightly to the side and peeked out the window.

    Upon seeing the lone figure on her steps, she gasped indignantly and flung open the door.

    “What are you doing here? You scared me half to death!” she screamed at him.

    “I figured you might want to study together. I’m doing pretty good in Chem class,” he turned toward her. “And it was a lot of fun playing around with you,” he chuckled.

    “Not funny Zach. I almost called the cops on you. How did you get my number?” she raised her brow.

    “Fancy detective work,” he smiled wickedly. “Now are you going to let me in, or do we have to study out here?” he pointed to the sidewalk.

    “I never said I’d study with you in the first place,” she retorted.

    He moved up the steps so that he was right in front of her. She was a step higher so that their faces were level . “ Y ou didn’t need to say yes, because I can tell by your body language that you want to.” He brushed a stray

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