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The Art of Taking Chances
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“Peyton, wait!" Jace called, followed by the sound of his quick footsteps. He caught up and walked along beside me. "Please stop." He got in front of me.
I tried to go around him, but no matter which way I tried, he blocked me.
"Get out of my way," I growled, refusing to make eye contact. Anger. That was an emotion I felt comfortable with.
"No, I won't."
"I'm done with this date."
"Peyton, let me apologize, please." He gently grabbed my arms.
"I still don't want to talk about Ethan." I fought to hold back the tears until I couldn't any longer.”
― The Art of Taking Chances
I tried to go around him, but no matter which way I tried, he blocked me.
"Get out of my way," I growled, refusing to make eye contact. Anger. That was an emotion I felt comfortable with.
"No, I won't."
"I'm done with this date."
"Peyton, let me apologize, please." He gently grabbed my arms.
"I still don't want to talk about Ethan." I fought to hold back the tears until I couldn't any longer.”
― The Art of Taking Chances
“Peyton, please get in the truck, and I'll take you home," he said through the open window on the passenger's side.
I never slowed my walking. If anything, I walked faster. But Jace continued driving beside me, and I continued ignoring him.
The sound of his engine died down, and some strange blend of relief and regret coursed through me. Finally.
Some time to sort through my thoughts, through this mess.”
― The Art of Taking Chances
I never slowed my walking. If anything, I walked faster. But Jace continued driving beside me, and I continued ignoring him.
The sound of his engine died down, and some strange blend of relief and regret coursed through me. Finally.
Some time to sort through my thoughts, through this mess.”
― The Art of Taking Chances
“I kept walking and called Courtney to come get me. I couldn't make it two miles to my grandma's house in heels, and I wasn't going to call Grandma to come get me. She would play an intrusive version of twenty questions on the way home, and I wasn't in the mood to talk, especially not about this.
I hadn't heard Jace for a few minutes, nor the sound of him running after me. Good, I'd had enough of him for one night—for a lifetime.
A vehicle pulled up next to me, and I glanced over long enough to see that it was Jace and not Courtney.”
― The Art of Taking Chances
I hadn't heard Jace for a few minutes, nor the sound of him running after me. Good, I'd had enough of him for one night—for a lifetime.
A vehicle pulled up next to me, and I glanced over long enough to see that it was Jace and not Courtney.”
― The Art of Taking Chances
“Wait," Jace said, grabbing my wrist across the table. "Sit back down."
He waited on me to sit back down, but I had no intentions of doing that. I shrugged him free and headed for the door. I'd made it quite a distance from Mel's Steakhouse, even in my heels, when I heard Jace yell my name.
I continued walking and ignored him.
"Peyton, wait!" he yelled again.”
― The Art of Taking Chances
He waited on me to sit back down, but I had no intentions of doing that. I shrugged him free and headed for the door. I'd made it quite a distance from Mel's Steakhouse, even in my heels, when I heard Jace yell my name.
I continued walking and ignored him.
"Peyton, wait!" he yelled again.”
― The Art of Taking Chances
“You'd better figure out what you're wearing so you're not stressed closer to time."
"I really don't want to go, though."
"Peyton, it won't kill you to go on a date. Like I said before, give him a chance. You never know what might happen."
"That's what I'm afraid of.”
― The Art of Taking Chances
"I really don't want to go, though."
"Peyton, it won't kill you to go on a date. Like I said before, give him a chance. You never know what might happen."
"That's what I'm afraid of.”
― The Art of Taking Chances
“Boy, you’re a woman of little words.”
The way he said it-clipped, disappointed had me feeling defensive. "You made me go on this date."
He shook his head. "No, I didn't make you."
Coming from the guy who physically stopped me from leaving the bakery? "You wouldn't let me get in my car unless I agreed to go out with you."
"All you had to do was walk around the car and get in," Jace began, "or ask me nicely to get out of your way.
Either way, you could have gotten in your car.”
― The Art of Taking Chances
The way he said it-clipped, disappointed had me feeling defensive. "You made me go on this date."
He shook his head. "No, I didn't make you."
Coming from the guy who physically stopped me from leaving the bakery? "You wouldn't let me get in my car unless I agreed to go out with you."
"All you had to do was walk around the car and get in," Jace began, "or ask me nicely to get out of your way.
Either way, you could have gotten in your car.”
― The Art of Taking Chances
