Things We Never Got Over (Knockemout, #1)

by Lucy Score

SIX ASPARAGUS AND A SHOWDOWN Naomi At this minute, I was supposed to be jet-lagged and wandering the streets of Paris on my honeymoon. Instead I was clinging to the handlebars of an ancient ten-speed bike, trying not to tip over. It had been years since my ass had met a bike seat. Every bump and rut on the gravel road jarred both my teeth and my lady parts. The one and only time I’d talked Warner into trying one of those tandem bikes at the beach, we’d ended up head first in a shrub outside the kite store. Warner had not been pleased. There were a lot of things that hadn’t pleased Warner Dennison III. Things I should have paid more attention to. The thicket of woods passed in a buzzing blur as we rode through swirls of gnats and the thick southern humidity. Beads of sweat trickled down my spine. “Are you comin’ or what?” Waylay called from what seemed like a mile ahead. She was riding a rusty boy’s bike with her arms dangling at her sides. “What’s your middle name?” I yelled back. “Regina.” “Waylay Regina Witt, you put both hands on your handlebars this instant!” “Oh, come on. You’re not one of those fun hatin’ aunts, are you?” I pedaled harder until I caught up. “I am lots of fun,” I huffed, partially because I was offended but mostly because I was out of breath. Sure, maybe I wasn’t a ride-with-no-hands or a sneak-out-of-a-sleepover-to-go-kiss-boys fun, or a call-in-sick-to-go-to-a-concert fun kind of gal, but I didn’t hate fun. There was usually just too much that neede...