Spitfire in Love

by Isabelle Ronin

  It fucking does.

  She wiggled her butt against me, and I clenched my jaw as she tried to find the perfect comfortable position. “Night, Cam.”

  I sighed against her hair, curled my arm around her. “Night, baby.”

  “See you in the morning.”

  I kissed her hair and pulled her closer. I had never in my life held anyone or even wanted to hold anyone like I was holding her, but it seemed like I couldn’t get enough of it now.

  I thought that she had fallen asleep, but she wiggled her butt again. I let out a sigh.

  “Kara,” I said in a serious tone.

  She let out a happy puff of air. “Tell me about your childhood. Just a little. Give me a happy memory.”

  I was quiet for a moment. She laced our hands together, fitting my fingers with hers. She traced from the tip of my finger to my knuckle slowly and continued with the same treatment on all of them. Her soft touch evoked a response from me.

  “Happy memory,” I said.

  I felt her nod. “Anything.”

  “Coming home from school in the afternoons,” I said after a moment.

  “Can’t wait to play your video games, huh? Freedom.”

  “No, it’s not that,” I answered.

  “Freedom. How can anything be better than that?”

  I smiled against her hair. She would think so.

  “What could be better than that?” she pressed.

  “My mom waiting for me in the kitchen,” I said. “Cooking something for me.”

  She stilled, then squeezed my hand after a beat. “And then? Describe it for me. What did she make?”

  “Anything. Spaghetti, maybe? With meatballs. Huge ones. The size of a baseball and a lot of them.”

  “Your mom must be a good cook.”

  “She can’t cook worth shit. It’s not a memory. I conjured it up,” I told her. “I don’t remember any happy childhood memory except for my time in the maze. And I don’t want to talk about that right now.”

  “Understood.”

  “Tell me about yours,” I said, sensing her sadness.

  I shouldn’t have said anything.

  “A happy one. About your dad and Dylan.”

  “We used to go to the beach during the weekend when my dad wasn’t busy with work. We’d make sandcastles or Dylan and I would hold him down on the sand, and he’d pretend we were so heavy he couldn’t get up, then we’d cover his body with all that wet sand. I’d make this mermaid tail for him and he’d say it was the most wonderful thing.”

  She told me another one after that, and another. I lost track of time. She made me laugh, and I had never laughed as much in a year as I did with her that night. She made me…happy. And I could only hope I made her just as happy.

  “Kara,” I said softly. “Let’s go to sleep.”

  “All right.” She pulled my arm around her and wiggled her butt against me again in an effort to be closer. “We’ll make good and happy memories,” she whispered. “Promise.”

  As I drifted asleep, I realized for the first time in my life, I actually believed the best was yet to come. With my spitfire.

  Read on for an excerpt from

  Caleb

  The dance floor glowed as red and green laser beams shot out from the rotating lights in the ceiling. It was Friday night, and the club was packed with people dancing and jumping to the DJ’s throbbing music. The floor pulsed beneath my feet, and the heat radiating from the mass was inescapable. My eyes roved over the tightly packed crowd. They reminded me of penguins huddled in the cold—on crack.

  “What the hell’s wrong with you?” Cameron yelled in my ear, giving me a friendly punch to the arm. His ice-blue eyes glittered in the dim light. “That was the fourth chick you turned down tonight, and we just got here.”

  I shrugged. Saying that I was bored with the meaningless sex and monotonous flirting seemed pretty pathetic. All right, the sex I didn’t mind, but I was feeling restless, looking for something else lately. A challenge, maybe. The thrill of the chase.

  I chugged my beer. “If you ate the same shit every day, you’d get bored of it too,” I replied.

  Justin barked out a laugh. His blond, gel-soaked hair stayed in place as he comically motioned with his head and then with his beer to the dance floor. “Check that out, man. Holy shit!” he exclaimed, letting out a high-pitched whistle.

  In the middle of the dance floor, a girl was dancing—no, scratch that—gyrating so sensuously that I couldn’t help but stare. She moved like… Sex comes to mind. Her short, tight dress covered her hourglass body like a second skin, seducing the dozens of eyes turned on her.

  And it was in make-me-sin red. Damn.

  I might have drooled a little as she bent over and did something dreamy with her hips. Her long ebony hair swayed against her tiny waist, and her legs looked a mile long in those spiky heels. There was something captivating in the way she danced, a defiance that flowed with the silky movements of her body. I felt my heart skip one fast beat against my chest when she looked up and our eyes met.

  “Shit. I’m going to take this girl home with me,” Justin yelled excitedly.

  That was low and annoying enough to distract me. I hated cheating, and Justin had a girlfriend.

  Cameron shook his head at Justin, looking up when a redhead asked him to dance. He laughed and whispered something in her ear. The redhead giggled. Cameron nodded to me and they left.

  “Hello, team captain.”

  A soft body sidled up to me, reeking of intense floral perfume. I looked down into the heavily made-up eyes of Claire Bentley. I can appreciate the magic makeup does to a girl’s face, but not when she looked like she was punched and was now sporting two black raccoon eyes.

  “Claire. How’s it going?” I gave her a small smile, but it only encouraged her to grab on to my arm.

  Ugh, no. Why did I sleep with her again?

  “Oh, you know, nothing much.” She batted her eyelashes, pushing her breasts into my side. I couldn’t help but glance quickly at her cleavage. Her breasts were staring at me. Ah, one drunken night and those lovely things must have been enough reason for me at the time.

  The strap of her dress slid down her shoulder. She looked up at me from beneath her lashes, and I wondered if that was a practiced move. Still, I thought it was kind of sexy. If she were someone else, I might be interested. My eyes strayed past her shoulder to the dance floor, searching for that girl in the red dress. Claire’s grip on my arm tightened, yanking my gaze back to her.

  “You owe me a drink, Caleb. I dropped mine when you walked by.” Her tongue snaked out to touch her top lip.

  I hid my wince. She was trying too hard, and I didn’t want to be trapped in her claws all night. Racking my brain on how to shut her down without offending her, I desperately looked around for Cameron or Justin. Neither was in sight. Assholes.

  “Hey, baby.” My eyes widened in surprise as the girl I’d been shamelessly ogling on the dance floor earlier wrapped her arms around my waist, maneuvering me out of Claire’s grasp. When her eyes shifted to mine, I forgot how to breathe.

  She was stunning.

  “He’s with me,” she told Claire, but her eyes were still locked with mine. I was mesmerized by the way her mouth moved. Her lips were wide and full, colored a very, very hot red. “Aren’t you?” Her voice was soft and low, reminding me of dark rooms and hot, smoky nights.

  I felt my heart leap inside my chest for one insane second—it might have been a full minute or two. She wasn’t beautiful in the classic sense. Her face was striking and eye-catching, with high, sharp cheekbones and long, dark brows above catlike eyes filled with secrets. I wanted to know every one of them.

  When I didn’t respond and just stared, her brows drew together in confusion. The dusky gold of her skin glowed under the dim light, making me wo
nder how it would feel. I caught her arms quickly before she moved away, placing them around my neck. I was right. Her skin was soft and smooth. More was all I could think.

  Leaning close to her, I let my lips brush her earlobe and whispered, “Where have you been?” A smug smile split my lips as I felt her shiver. “I’ve been looking for you my whole life.” Leisurely, as if I had all the time in the world, I glided my mouth from just under her ear to the hollow of her throat.

  Before I could do anything else, she stepped away.

  “She’s gone. You’re safe,” she said, smirking. “Now you can buy me a drink for saving you.”

  I placed my hands in my pockets to stop myself from reaching for her again. I already missed the feel of her in my arms. “Sure, what would you like?”

  She shook her hair back, and I couldn’t stop watching her. I was captivated. “Something strong. Tonight, I want to be someone else. I want to…forget.”

  That was my cue. I slid my hand around to the small of her back, pulling her toward me so our faces were only inches apart. “You can be anyone you want with me.” Her scent seduced me. It was addicting. “Why don’t we leave this place and go somewhere I can help you forget, Red?”

  Her eyes turned cold before her palms flattened against my chest. She pushed me away. “Nice meeting you too, asshole.” She turned on her heel, waved, and left me staring after her like a lost puppy.

  What the hell just happened? Did she just reject me?

  The feeling was so unfamiliar that all I could do was watch her until she disappeared in the crowd. She swayed a little, like she’d had too much to drink. I almost ran after her to make sure she was all right, but she’d probably just spit at me. I figured her friends would take care of her.

  But what the hell did I do wrong? She was sending all the right signals that she was interested. Maybe I should have actually gotten her the drink first.

  “Caleb!” Another girl yelled behind me, but I was no longer in the mood for anything but my bed.

  Funny how I had been wishing for a challenge tonight, but when one stared me in the face, I screwed it up like an idiot.

  I closed my eyes and inhaled the refreshing air as I stepped out of the club. I had parked my car at the end of the lot and walked hurriedly to it, afraid someone would see me and drag me back inside. I’d rather chew my arm off than go back in there.

  My steps faltered as I spotted the silhouette of a woman leaning against one of the filthy brick walls of the club parking lot. She’d probably had too much to drink. I would have been happy to leave her in peace, but when I glanced at her again, I noticed a man leering at her from a few feet away. My protective instincts kicked in as the man straightened and walked toward her.

  The woman shifted, and the dim light from the streetlamp touched her face. My pulse kicked up a notch as I recognized her—Red.

  I didn’t need to think twice and went straight for her.

  For more Isabelle Ronin check out

  Chasing Red

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  Acknowledgments

  Kara and Cameron’s story is not over until their happy ending, but I hope you enjoyed reading how they met and fell in love. These characters brought so much love and laughter to me, and I hope they brought the same to you.

  Thank you to the amazing Wattpad team, especially Caitlin O’Hanlon and Ashleigh Gardner, for doing the heavy lifting. Also to Aron Levitz and Eric Lehrman for holding up the other side. To Allen Lau and Ivan Yuen, for giving writers a platform to share their stories with the world.

  Thank you to the wonderful Sourcebooks team, especially my editor, Cat Clyne, who just gets me and my characters, for your patience and understanding. Special thanks to Laura Costello, Rachel Conte, Heather Hall, Gretchen Stelter, and Carolyn Lesnick for your valuable feedback and hard work. I learned so much from you. Thank you to Dawn Adams for your creative mind.

  To my Wattpad readers who tirelessly cheered me on to write Kara and Cameron’s story, who never forgot, who’ve been there since the beginning, a big hug and so much love to all of you.

  To all my readers who support me and what I’m doing, you are the voices in the dark that remind me to keep reaching for the light. I’m so grateful for all of you. I love you all.

  To my family and friends, whom I love dearly. Thank you for the love and support.

  To my Adam, whose comments I can’t get enough of, for always listening, reading my drafts, and helping me with plots and making me pancakes. For never letting go of my hand no matter how hard the journey is, my heart is yours. You are the most important person to me.

  And to God, who makes everything possible.

  Love,

  Isabelle

  About the Author

  Isabelle Ronin is the author of Wattpad reader phenomena Chasing Red and Spitfire in Love. With more than 200 million reads, Chasing Red was Wattpad’s top-read story of 2016. When she’s not writing, Isabelle can be found hanging out in bookstores, cafés, and, whenever possible, the beach. She lives in Manitoba, Canada.

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