Hurricane
“She studied the silent man beside her—Keenan had been acting weird all day. Each time she’d asked, he’d brushed it off.
“Are you okay, Keenan?”
He glanced at her and smiled. “Yeah. I’m good.”
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Julianne couldn’t figure out why, but she didn’t believe him.
“Stop stressing. I’m good. You ready for some more blading?”
“Yep.”
He stood and dragged her up. They skated beside each other. The early Saturday morning in Couric Park wasn’t too heavy on pedestrian traffic. Keenan put his hand on her waist as they skated. Moving in time with him, she enjoyed being in the sun and spending time together. Keenan slowed them and turned her into his arms, studying her—his light green eyes intent—then he kissed her softly. Julianne leaned against him, returning the slow exploration.
“Come on. No fraternising with the enemy,” Reid said.
Keenan was dragged from her. Julianne frowned at her brother.
“No befuddling him before laser tag.
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