The Story Of Us
Page 21
No need to be scared. Surely this house would’ve blown away long ago if it was that fragile.
Or maybe the years of decay will catch up now that I’ve decided to move in.
With its cheery blue trim and shutters, and the faint remains of vines crawling across the white exterior, the country cottage had looked so idyllic. Like she could spend her weekends curled up on the couch with her tea and a book and get lost for a few hours.
Now she felt lost in the way that she didn’t know anyone, her bunny had abandoned her, and she couldn’t concentrate on her book with the storm raging outside. Who knew thunder could be that loud?
The sky lit up outside, a streak of lightning making the world bright before it went dark again.
Man, I wish I could call up Randa and beg her to come over. Her fellow teacher had started out as Jemma’s mentor, but they’d quickly become best friends. When Jemma had freaked out over being fired and asked how on earth she was supposed to pay her student loans and bills, Randa had talked her down from the ledge. She’d reminded Jemma of all the times they’d tried new activities—like the time Randa had convinced her to eat at the new Indian food restaurant and Jemma had found a new spicy dish to love, tingling lips and all. Or how they’d accidentally made a wrong turn and ended up completely lost but laughing until they were crying.
They called their mishaps adventures, and because of those adventures, they’d tried out more interesting restaurants and had funny stories to tell in the teachers’ lounge and at parties.
With that in mind, Jemma had pulled up her bootstraps and cast a wide net as she’d searched for a new position. Even with good references and Randa’s connections, no one was hiring—not mid-year, when most contracts were already filled.
But then Jemma had found a listing to cover for a third-grade teacher on maternity leave. She’d applied on a whim, and when Principal Alvarez had called for an interview and they’d hit it off, Jemma had become convinced this was the position for her.
And when she’d experienced a bit of trepidation over moving to the small town of Haven Lake where she didn’t know anyone, she’d told herself it’d been a while since she’d had a real adventure and that she was going to embrace this one.
She lifted her phone and pulled up her dictionary app—she was always puzzled when people were surprised she used it so often. Why wouldn’t you take advantage of having a dictionary at your fingertips?
Thanks to being in the middle of nowhere, it took forever for her phone to spit out the definition.
ad·ven·ture noun
an unusual and exciting, typically hazardous experience or activity
“Wait. Typically hazardous?” Jemma’s voice pitched higher. “Why didn’t I read this definition before moving here? Señor Fluffypants, did you know about this?”
Her bunny stuck his furry head out from under the couch, but the loud bang on the door made him skitter back underneath. It also made Jemma jump enough that she dropped her phone. She stared at the wooden door as if she had X-ray vision.
Who’d come knocking when she didn’t know anyone yet? Especially in this storm?
The loud rapping noise came again, and there was something odd about it. It sounded low and almost…metallic?
Jemma gripped her phone in case she needed to call the cops—who knew how long it would take them to get all the way out here?—and padded across the room. There wasn’t a peephole because of course there wasn’t.
She swung open the door, and a large horse snout darted inside.
She fell back on her bum, her mind struggling to make sense of the image in front of her as her tailbone throbbed from the impact. The falling sleet around the white horse served as a dreary background, and the creature whinnied, the sound even louder than the raging storm.
“I’m not sure what you want,” she said, because this had been a weird day and she might as well cap it off by talking to a horse.
The horse stomped a foot, the metallic cling of its shoes making her go ah, that was why the knock sounded like that. It didn’t magically tell her why there was a horse on her porch, though.
Just how backwoods was this town?
Jemma pushed to her feet and cautiously approached the horse.
The cold air was rushing in, making her wish for the blanket she’d left on the couch, but when the horse sniffed her hand, she couldn’t bring herself to pull away and slam the door in its face. He—or she—was beautiful. White, all except the black nose and gray speckles across its face. Sleek and muscular, with a long, snowy mane blowing in the wind.
Out of the corner of her eye, Jemma caught movement, and a dark figure materialized as whoever it was strode closer. More details stood out as he stepped into the pool of light the open door sent across the porch.
Male, tall, strong jaw, and cowboy hat.
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