By.. K.A. Harrington
Summary of the book..
What is powerful in this book?
He lied to me.
That was my first thought when I saw him.
I was alone in my car, on the way to the party where Toni and my other friends were waiting. As I drove down Lincoln Road, my eyes went to the tall chain-link fence that bordered the old amusement park. In the distance, I could almost make out the highest hill of the kiddie coaster and the happy dragon that towered over the bumper cars. But it was dark, so I might have just been seeing what I knew was there.
What I wasn’t expecting to see was my boyfriend, Flynn. The car’s headlights reflected off his pale face, which seemed to almost float in the darkness. Flynn had told me he couldn’t come because he had plans with his parents.
I slammed on my brakes, shifted into reverse, and pulled over. Squinting into the darkness, I hoped the light had played a trick on me. But there he was, leaning against the fence.
Caught, he walked swiftly toward the car, head down. His ratty black trench coat fluttered open in the wind, revealing dark jeans and the vintage U2 T-shirt I’d bought him. He rapped his knuckles on the passenger-side window, and I lowered it.
He rested his arms on the roof of the car and hung his head low to look in the window. “Hey, Morgan.”
“What are you doing out here?” I asked, trying to keep my voice cool and level.
“Just hanging out, thinking.”
Brooding was Flynn’s natural state, but he seemed even more depressed than usual. Maybe he hadn’t lied after all. Maybe he really did have plans with his family but they’d had a fight or something. And he came out here to get away.
“Did something happen?” I asked. “You could’ve called me. I would’ve picked you up.”
“I know . . .” His voice was strained, different. He had a complicated relationship with his parents and hated to talk about them at all. I never forced him to let me in. I figured he would when he was ready. He’d moved to town two months ago, and I was the only one he ever voluntarily talked to. I told myself he just needed more time than most people, that was all.
He straightened to his full height, and I couldn’t see his face through the window anymore. I wanted to look him in the eye. I needed to quiet the uncertainty whispering from the back of my mind. I killed the engine and got out of the car.
“What are you doing?” he said.
“Coming to talk to you.” I walked through the headlights, rested a hand on the warm hood, and stared at him.
But he wouldn’t look at me. His eyes were jittery, nervous. They kept roaming over my shoulder to watch the road, like he was expecting another car.
This end of Lincoln Road was never busy after the amusement park shut down years ago. The only people who used it were those who knew it connected to the back of Meadow Place—the half-empty development of McMansions—where I’d been heading before I saw him. But I was hours late to the party. Everyone was already there. So who was he expecting to come down this deserted road? Was he . . . meeting someone else?
“Flynn . . .” I pushed his name out of my tightened throat. “What are you really doing out here?”
He looked down the street once more, and his expression changed. He seemed to come to some decision. “Get in the car.”
I blinked, confused. “What?”
He opened the passenger door quickly, and motioned for me to get in on the other side. I dashed around and slid into the driver’s seat. He leaned across the space between us and gave me a quick kiss. Like I’d just picked him up for a date, not found him acting shady by the side of the road.
He reached over and started the engine. “Let’s go.”
His sudden change had my head spinning. “What’s the rush?”
“Let’s just get out of here. I want to be with you.” He pointed at the road. “Let’s go somewhere.” “The party?”
“Anywhere you want.”