Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Excerpt time!

Still haven't grabbed your copy of Here's to Campfires and S'mores? Check out the excerpt below, and see if it piques your interest...


“Hey,” I called as he walked toward his cabin. His shirt was sweat-soaked and filthy, and his blond waves stuck up all over his head. When he didn’t turn around, I raised my voice even louder. “I said, hey Jamie!”
            He stopped but didn’t turn around. “What, Molly?”
            I ground my teeth together. “We need to come to an agreement.”
            He turned halfway around, cocking an eyebrow. “We came to an agreement months ago after a mediation session and three grand in legal fees.”
            “Nice.” Rolling my eyes upward, I prayed that Bree’s ghost would stop me from picking up a rock off of the path and lobbing it at his head. “What I’m saying is, we’re here for the same reason. Agreed?”
            “That depends.” Jamie narrowed his eyes “What are you here for, Molly?”
            I met his glare with one of my own. I knew where he was going with this. He was suggesting I was there to get back together with him. And sure, the thought had crossed my mind a few thousand times over the last year and a half, but judging by the way things had gone over the last twenty-four hours, the only thing Jamie and I would be doing at Chimalis was wish the other would fall off Cross Mountain and hit every rock going down.
            “I’m here for Bree,” I told him sharply. “And Sue and Owen, too. And because I’m going to see Rachael and April in a matter of days, and I missed this place. Believe me, it had very little to do with you.”
            Something flashed in his eyes, and he sniffed indignantly. “Good. Me, too.”
            I bit back the urge to call him a dick stick, and snapped, “Fine.”
            “Fine.”
            “Fine.” I put my hands on my hips and started pacing. I had an adrenaline rush. “I think since we’re both here to help Sue and Owen carry out their daughter’s wishes, we should agree to stop fighting.”
            He jutted his chin at me. “Who’s fighting?”
            I could feel anger sizzling under my skin like bacon on a hot pan. “Are you kidding me? That drama you pulled at dinner last night was Oscar-worthy, Jamie.”
            “It’s James,” he spat. “And what about your little performance this afternoon while we were working?” He raised his voice and stuck his hands on his hips, clearly imitating me. “Sorry I missed lunch, boys. I’m on my way for a snack. Maybe I can help later.”
            “That wasn’t a performance. I was hungry. It happens. And besides, you were the one to throw the first insult today, and you know it.”
            He began pacing himself. “Only because you think flirting with Graham is going to make me jealous.”
            “Well clearly it—”
            Jamie pointed a finger at me. “Don’t you dare. That’s not what I meant.”
            My mouth dropped. “I was not flirting with Graham. I’m being nice. I’m sure it’s foreign to you, it’s been a while since you’ve been nice to me.”
            “Likewise.”
            We stood there engaging in a fifteen-second stare down. I wanted to throw that rock now. I’m sure he did, too. But wasn’t sure which of us could bend down and pick one up first.
            Jamie finally rubbed his eyes. “For hell’s sake, Molly, this is stupid. I need to shower before dinner. What do you want?”
            I swallowed, my rage tasting bitter. “I think we should agree not to fight in front of Sue and Owen again. It isn’t their fault Bree wanted us here alone. They didn’t mean to start World War III. They’re just trying to help.”

            “We’re beyond help.”

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