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374 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 20, 2022
“Ride with me, Brady. Let’s go prove this asshole is for real. Let’s get answers. It will be an adventure.”
“What about you? You said dating was hard for you. How come? I’d think you’d be a catch. You’re smart, good-looking, and you have all kinds of cute little quirks. I would think those are winning qualities. Especially when you talk with your hands. Man, that’s awesome. Every time you open your mouth, your hands fly. I love it.”
“Brady,” I said after a few minutes. “Please say something.”
He gestured at my face. “Your glasses are smudgy.”
I choked on a sob, unsure if I wanted to laugh or cry.
Brady reached out and gently removed them from my face. He was a blur as he went about finding a clean cloth in a drawer and Windex from under the counter. He cleaned them like he’d done a hundred times over the summer, then he came back and set them carefully on my nose.
“Better?” he asked.
“Now you’re even more beautiful.”
“Flatterer.”
“You’re drop-dead gorgeous, Brady Thompson. You could be the cover model for Rail Riders of Canada magazine. If there was such a thing.”
“That was not a compliment.”
“Your eyebrows are pretty.”
“Better. They’re only nice because you packed my tweezers. Have I said thank you?
“Shut up, Killer. What is wrong with you today?” Willow asked. “Troy, you’re gonna have to grovel your ass off.
“I know.”
“I don’t think you do. I mean, seriously grovel. Like, get down on your knees and—”
“Yes!” Killian said. “Blow jobs are the best apology ever. She’s right.”
“Killer, I swear to god—”
“That wasn’t what she was going to say, dummy,” Leo said.
“Seriously, what is wrong with you?”
“I have a list,” Willow said. “Give me a second. It’s on my phone in a spreadsheet, organized from most annoying to least. Let me just—”
“Guys,” I shouted over the commotion. “Can we focus? I’m in the middle of a crisis, and it’s like talking to a bunch of circus freaks. Help me.”
“I don’t want to lose you, Brady. For all my life, riding was the single most important thing. Like I told you. It gave me freedom and joy I couldn’t find anywhere else. But since meeting you, it’s taken a back seat. I don’t give a fuck about riding. I give a fuck about you and me. You are the single most important thing in my life now. You, Brady Thompson, give me a greater sense of freedom and joy than I could ever find on the rails. I don’t care if I never get on another train for as long as I live. I’ve never been happier and more at peace with who I am than when I was with you this summer. I won’t always say the right thing. I’m a jerk, and my mouth is gonna get away from me again. I know it is. It’s inevitable, but I love you. I love you so fucking much that the last few days without you have been killing me. I’ve never felt this way in my life, so believe me when I say I will do anything to keep us together.”
