The doorbell rang.
Panicked, I jolted up and nearly knocked Saylor off the couch.
“Who is it?” Saylor called in a totally calm voice while I was busy trying to locate articles of clothing. Why was I only finding my socks? How were socks going to cover this up?
I mean, seriously.
“Hurry up, guys, it’s freezing!” Lisa shouted.
“Shit!” I found my pants, only to fall on my ass, because my feet slid on my shirt. I looked at Saylor as the light bulb clicked on in her brain too.
“Taco Tuesday!” We shouted at the same time.
“Guys! Come on!” Lisa pounded the door again.
“Keep your pants on!” I yelled back.
Saylor sighed and quickly buttoned her jeans.
I wasn’t as fast.
I was like a turtle. Ha, that damn nickname wasn’t ever going away.
Finally, we opened the doors to see Wes, Kiersten, and Lisa waiting.
Wes took one look at me and burst out laughing. “Shirts on backwards, man. Welcome to matrimony.”
“Gross.” Lisa side-stepped me.
As everyone talked at once and piled into the house, I was left staring at the sunset, the same sunset that I’d seen at the end of every day. Last year it had reminded me of loss — and now? It reminded me of life.
“Hey, you coming?” Kiersten called.
“Yeah.” Smiling, I closed the door. “I am.”
Haven’t read enough Wes and Kiersten? You’re in luck! Their novella Fearless releases March 9th! Turn the page to see an excerpt from the book, and be sure to check my website for the release date for Shame, the third book in the Ruin series and Lisa’s story!
Fearless
Chapter One
The human heart beats around one hundred thousand times a day. It pumps over two thousand gallons of blood through over sixty miles of blood vessels in any given twenty-four hour period. The physical greatness would be staggering enough, given those facts. But the emotional capacity? Words can’t explain. Doctors can’t describe why certain parts of your heart react to anger, sadness, joy, and love. Why, when you laugh, your heart laughs with you. When you cry, your heart breaks for you. But the most amazing fact of all? How easily we give our heart away even with the knowledge that in another person’s hands you are the most vulnerable you will ever be.—Wes Michels.
Wes
I sat in one of the pool chairs at my house. The mid-afternoon fog gathered around the Sound making it look more magical than eerie. Every time I exhaled, I could see my breath—proof that I was living.
Such an amazing experience—to know you’re alive.
My muscles ached and my head felt like it was going to explode. I was still trying to figure out if I liked living in that moment or if I wanted to stick my head in the sand and let out a little cry.
I was trying to balance wedding planning with Kiersten, drama with Gabe, and spring training with the Seahawks.
Life was quickly spinning out of control… not in a bad way, but if there was anything I’d learned in my twenty-two years of living, it was that even good things could end up being bad if you didn’t put what was important first.
And Kiersten?
She was most important.