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105 pages, ebook
First published November 1, 2014
"I don't need you in a dress," he said, pulling delicately on one of the straps. "Or in lipstick. Or tanned or impeccable or styled. You know what I need?" He stopped, waiting for me to meet his eyes again. When I did, he finished with, "You in sweats and your hair a mess. Your face all rosy because I just made you laugh--or something else...I need you. I love you, Charlotte Marie Miller."

I shoved open the French doors and went out onto the balcony.
There he was.
I’m not sure what delayed him, probably a phone call with his agent or one of his coaches, but Slade was just leaving our building now, his blue and white athletic gear a bright beacon in the midst of the dark clothing of the photographers. My gaze shifted to the left, and I noticed his other ornament.
Lara had an arm looped through his left arm, her hair gleaming with white flashes as he led her to the waiting SUV.
“Charlotte! Charlotte! Over here!”
I dropped down, ducking and peeking through the railings. I hoped, hoped, they hadn’t seen me.
“Charlotte! Slade! Side by side!”
“Before you get in the car! C’mon!”
I wrapped my hands around the railings, iron framing my view as I watched them. I rested my forehead between the cold columns, feeling like an inmate forced to see the world from the inside.
Neither Lara nor Slade said anything. Nor did they pause for a picture or even acknowledge the requests.
But, I thought, neither bothered to correct them.
They believed Lara was me, that Slade was bringing his girlfriend with him even though players weren’t supposed to consort with their companions prior to a game."
“A phone lifted in my peripheral vision, and on instinct I looked away. I narrowly avoided Reagan’s elbow as she raised her arms to pull Slade in for a hug, and she completely obscured my view of the phone’s lens. She kissed him on the cheek before she let go, catching one of his dimples with her lips.
The camera lowered, and I blinked at Reagan, thinking what the hell was that? She couldn’t have timed that kiss with the phone or deliberately blocked me out of the shot. Could she?
Then I thought, why do I care? It was a simple greeting.
“Sorry,” Reagan said, laughing loudly before lifting her hand to the bartender and gesturing to Slade and I. “I’m super friendly sometimes. Especially when drunk.”
“Sorry for what?” I asked, unconsciously molding my arm against Slade’s and claiming my space.
“Nothing—I mean, I just thought…” Reagan took a long pull of her drink. “Never mind.” She slid her lips up and off the straw, smiling at Slade.”
“Nate saw and commiserated with Slade over our state but humored us anyway, attempting to talk to us about classes, but he shut up as soon as Reagan started jeering at him about being a lame-o. Instead, he switched to asking me about myself—how I liked the city, what my favorite haunts were. I told him I traveled to games with Slade when I could and studied, for the most part, trying to fit into the brand new lifestyle I’d fallen into.
“No, but what about you?” Nate asked.
“What?” I held my drink closer to my lips.
“I mean, you’ve told me all about Slade, but you haven’t told me where you like to go. Or would enjoy going, given the chance.”
“Oh,” I said, chewing on my straw. A defensive tautness was building inside me, a stiffness that seemed all the worse with Nate’s pale green eyes beaming down on me.
“Slade’s journey has exposed me to more areas of this country than I ever could have traveled to on my own,” I said in answer to his question. “And when my time comes to be a lawyer, I plan to show him a different world, too.”
“Oh really?”
He was mocking me. Was he mocking me? The liquor blurred his face into one of disbelief and disdain.
“Maybe not in the traveling sense, but he’s interested in my path, same as I support his.”
“All right.”
“We balance each other out.”
“Okay.”
“Our differences…” My voice became louder, my hand gestures more forced. “They’re what brought us together in the first place.”
“Sure,” Nate said after a long draw from his beer.
And with that dismissive sip, unqualified anger seeped under my skin. “I’m not disappearing.”
The bottle lowered, his stare leveling with mine.”
Title: Snapped