Everything We Left Behind (Everything, #2)

by Kerry Lonsdale

left. “I’m having the devil of a time with my wireless connection.

center. He insists Claire sit with the boys. “You wanted the chance to catch up with them.” He smirks. Natalya glances at him when he settles in the passenger seat. He buckles up and smiles over at her. She blushes before her gaze slides away. She slaps on a sunscreen-stained, flat-billed cap with the Hayes Boards logo, which is a surfboard riding the company name where the letters H-A-Y-E-S are styled to look like a wave. She shifts the Jeep into gear, her movements rough, and the vehicle jerks forward. Other than responding to his questions in clipped phrases, Natalya is quiet during the forty-minute drive to Princeville. Her reception as cool as her tone the other day on the phone. James reads her signals loud and clear. She isn’t in the mood to talk . . . with him. He turns his interest to the passing scenery. From

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