Sarina Bowen kicks off the all-new Hush Note series—co-written with Devney Perry and Rebecca Yarros—with a tale of summer nights and second chances, and I have a little sneak peek for you. Each book in the series follows a different band member and can be read on its own.
On the second-to-last night I was in Maine, Kira asked me if I wanted to go to the county fair. “Sure,” I’d answered. I would have followed her anywhere.
Preserving my last moments of anonymity with a baseball cap pulled down over my eyes, I went to the fair with Kira in her father’s car. The whole evening was silly and glorious. First I talked Kira onto the Himalayan ride. And as it spun us senseless, I held Kira’s wrist in a death grip. She just laughed and threw her head back, thrilled with the motion.
Then, as the sun set, we ate corn dogs and caramel apples. We attempted to pop balloons with darts. I was a terrible shot, but after a dozen tries, and probably fifty bucks, I won a purple stuffed cat. We laughed at how ugly it was, but Kira tucked it under her arm anyway, and we got in line for the Ferris wheel. The queue inched forward as couples boarded.
“How about that view?” I joked when we were finally aloft.
“It’s killer,” Kira whispered from her side of our little metal bench. In the daylight, we could have seen for miles. But Maine was so rural that all we could see beyond the fairgrounds was the blackness of distant valleys and lakes.
Perhaps it was the novelty of seeing Kira away from the general store. But as we went whirling through the night air, hip to hip, I felt a new kind of electricity between us. Turning, I studied Kira’s wide-eyed profile. And it suddenly became very difficult not to kiss her. I’d be leaving in less than thirty-six hours, and I wasn’t happy about it at all.
Do it, my subconscious begged. You know you want to. I was pretty sure that she wouldn’t mind at all. The way she held my gaze a little too long when we laughed, and the way she blushed when I complimented her? Those were signs. Reading girls was one of my talents.
Somehow I had resisted, held our attraction at bay. But just when I was complimenting myself on my self-control, she opened her mouth and broke my heart.