Kota Lee has been trying for weeks to get the girl up the street to notice him. Sheās beautiful and intriguing, but seems incredibly shy. Too shy. Every time he tries to get close, she dodges him, like a skittish little bird, flittering away out of his reach.
Troubled by her haunted looks, heās tried to give her some space, respect her need for solitude. Still, he canāt forget those eyes that are haunted andāhe thinksāmaybe hiding secrets.
One dark night as thunderclouds are rolling in, heās driving home late and spots her standing in the road. Itās too late for her to be out for a walk and the pack on her back tells him what sheās doing: sheās about to run away.
She could get hurt, or worse, disappear forever. He canāt let her go; he'd never forgive himself if he did.
C. L. Stone once lived in Charleston, SC, and currently lives among Cajuns. She writes about cute boys and uncomfortable situations, usually mixed together.Ā