Out of Breath by Rebecca Donovan Page B

jumped over the back of the couch, so he wouldn’t disturb the coffee table.
    ‘Sure,’ I replied, taking the opportunity to shift further away from his side. ‘Whatever you have is fine.’
    ‘Coke?’ he offered. I nodded without looking, concentrating on sorting through the pieces.
    With the fog veiling the ocean, we spent the afternoonshrouded in silence except for the music filling the room. We slid pieces around the table, working in unison without an utterance of communication. I was very aware of his every move. Heat floated off him when he reached across the space between us, his long, slender fingers connecting pieces, pausing to press the edge of one against his full lips as his eyes narrowed in contemplation, searching for its placement. The skin along my arm hummed when he’d brush against it, reaching around and over my hands as we shuffled through the pieces.
    ‘Hungry?’ His voice broke the stillness, making me jump.
    ‘Uh, yeah, I could eat.’ I raised my arms over my head. My back was stiff from being hunched over for hours.
    Cole eased the table away and stood, stretching as well. His shirt crept up to reveal a hint of the defined muscle beneath. I caught myself and turned my head. I had done so well avoiding him, convincing myself I wasn’t interested in him, that I couldn’t be interested in him. But here I was, trapped in this house with him, and I was about ready to pass out from trying to control my involuntary responses. I needed to call Peyton and get the hell out of here.
    ‘Okay?’ Cole asked, pulling me from my escape plan.
    ‘Huh?’ I shot my head up, not certain what he’d said.
    ‘I asked if Mexican was okay?’ He paused to study me. ‘Are you sure you’re all right? Are you hungover or something?’
    ‘No, I guess I’m just a little dazed from staring at the puzzle all afternoon. Sorry. Mexican’s great.’
    I went into the spare-bedroom bathroom to splash cold water over my face and give myself a moment to pullit together. Then I found my phone and sent Peyton a text. Can’t stay here. Come get me.
    She responded shortly after. Why? Are you fighting?
    No
    Come on, Emma. One night. PLEASE!!!! I glared at her response and clenched my teeth in frustration.
    One night. That’s IT. Come get me in morning.
    Thanks!! appeared on my screen. I sat down on the bed, running my fingers through my hair. Maybe I should go to bed early. Like right after we returned from dinner. Which brought on a new onslaught of dread. What the hell was I going to talk to him about during dinner?
    ‘Ready?’ Cole called from the living room.
    I blew out a deep breath. ‘Yup.’
    ‘So … you have four sisters, right?’ I asked after we’d placed our orders, hoping this would let him know that I was open to conversation. There was no way I could sit across from him in silence while we ate.
    ‘Yeah,’ he confirmed. He was quiet a minute, and then realized I was waiting for him to continue. He appeared … relieved. ‘Missy is the oldest. She’s twenty-seven. Then Kara is twenty-five. Liv is twenty, and Zoe is sixteen. Yup, five girls, plus my dad and me – it was very … dramatic.
    ‘But everyone’s all over the place now. Zoe’s with my mom in Seattle. Liv goes to Florida State. Kara’s in Oakland. Missy’s in DC, and my dad’s in San Diego.’
    ‘All over the place,’ I confirmed. He nodded. I prepared myself for questions about my family.
    ‘Who’s your closest friend?’
    Not what I was expecting.
    ‘Sara,’ I answered easily. ‘She’s in Paris right now as part of an exchange programme with Parsons in New York. But she’s like an extension of me, more important than a vital organ.’
    ‘Wow. That’s close,’ he noted with a rise of his eyebrows. ‘Does she ever make it out to California?’
    ‘Every break, except now that she’s so far away. But she’ll be here in May for the summer.’
    He continued to describe his family, painting their charms and quirks so