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300 pages, ebook
First published November 13, 2012

She was supposed to be keeping him together, making him look good, and here she was a total wreck. At that moment, Kate didn't have the energy to care. He touched her head, pushed the hair off her face, and she looked up into eyes that held nothing but kindness and sympathy. The kindness was a surprise, and she hated the sympathy. She was fine. Damn it, Kate. Be fine.
"I'm fine."
"Yeah, you are. Sure you are."
She put the lid on the water and swiveled back into the car. Grady closed the door and went back to the driver's seat.
"You know what you need?"
"I am truly afraid to ask."
"Will you just let me take care . . . Can I be in charge for a few hours?"
"I don't think--"
"Trust me, there will be ice cream involved." He smiled very gently. He was being so careful.
"Probably not a good idea to eat after I've just--"
"That was anguish throw up, not food related, so the food rule doesn't apply." She almost smiled.
"Excuse me? Did you just say anguish throw up?"
"I did. Falls under the reasons we throw up that have nothing to do with alcohol or bad eggs. Like when I found out Peter's dad killed himself, or the day I cam home early from school and found my father with some woman and they were both on the same side of the desk-- anguish throw up. So much the body can't handle it, so it yells, 'Everyone out!'"
Kate stared at him. There she was, sitting on the side of the road, feeling about as low as she had been in a while, and she could not take her eyes off of him. It had nothing to do with his looks. He was sharing himself, a piece of his own pain. It was so honest, and for a moment she forgot everything. The moments of light he was capable of, when the charm and bullshit slipped away, were brilliant.