Death has come for me more than once, and each time it’s been a boy who’s
stood between me and my final breath.
I called him Christopher when he saved me as a child. When he came into my
life again, only months ago, I knew him as Wes. Just as he did the time
before, he disappeared the moment he made sure I was out of harm’s way; as
if I didn’t need any more saving.
This time, though, death left me with a reminder of how powerful it is. I
know it meant to strip me of my spirit again, but it failed.
Even so, I know I need Wes to survive. Our souls are woven together
somehow, our every breath in sync. I feel it, even though everyone says I
The world thinks he’s missing.
His loved ones don’t want to believe he’s dead.
Only I know just how special he is.
I’m going to find him and bring him home, where he belongs. Together,
we’ll face impossible—we’ll rewrite our ending.
And when the bad guys come calling, we will always win.
His chin lifts and his eyes meet mine again, and our eyes lock for longer this time. My legs steady, and I remain perfectly still.
“I didn’t know where I was going, but I just drove. I took turns because they felt right, I stopped when something told me to. I went to this place.”
His brow draws in and he takes a deep breath, his lips relaxed but pulling at the corners, trying to decide whether to frown or speak. Eventually, he turns and moves toward his truck, and I follow for a few steps before giving him space. He reaches inside and pulls out a messy cluster of flowers, some of them still showing their roots from where he pulled them from the ground. He takes deliberate steps toward me, lifting my hand in his and wrapping my fingers around the bunch of peonies, my eyes focused on the perfect one in the very center.
“These are your favorites,” he says, and I look up into his eyes over the tuft of pink we both grasp between us. “I don’t know how I knew that, but I knew these were your favorites. They’re important.”
My lips part and I gasp a quiet breath before nodding slowly. I feel his other hand cover mine, closing over my knuckles, squeezing my grip tighter on the flowers. His feet take tiny steps forward, inches closer to me, as he holds my gaze hostage.
“You’re important,” he says.
My eyes break rank first, the cool tear finally giving way to gravity and sliding down my cheek before stopping and waiting for more.
“You’re important,” I say back to him.
The words barely leave my mouth before his right hand is cupping my face, his thumb drawing a gentle line under my eyes, sweeping the tear to the side but not extinguishing the proof that it existed.
Ginger Scott is an Amazon-bestselling and Goodreads Choice Award-nominated author of several young and new adult romances, including Waiting on the Sidelines, Going Long, Blindness, How We Deal With Gravity, This Is Falling, You and Everything After, The Girl I Was Before, Wild Reckless, Wicked Restless, In Your Dreams, The Hard Count, Hold My Breath, and A Boy Like You.
A sucker for a good romance, Ginger’s other passion is sports, and she often blends the two in her stories. (She’s also a sucker for a hot quarterback, catcher, pitcher, point guard…the list goes on.) Ginger has been writing and editing for newspapers, magazines and blogs for more than 15 years. She has told the stories of Olympians, politicians, actors, scientists, cowboys, criminals and towns. For more on her and her work, visit her website at http://www.littlemisswrite.com.
When she’s not writing, the odds are high that she’s somewhere near a baseball diamond, either watching her son field pop flies like Bryce Harper or cheering on her favorite baseball team, the Arizona Diamondbacks. Ginger lives in Arizona and is married to her college sweetheart whom she met at ASU (fork ’em, Devils).
When we get a Ginger Scott book it’s a sure bet that it will be something different, something that will put your heart through an emotional meat grinder. It will be deliciously angsty and you will want to talk about it with your book bestie.
The story continues right where the first in this duet ended. Joss is on her way to look for Wes and to visit her grandmother Grace in Arizona to learn more about her mom. On this journey she receives answers from Grace which raise even more questions and she is not one step closer to finding Wes. Until she takes a closer look at one of the pics her grandmother gave her. The depth of the secrets and lies that become more apparent with every half-truth she learns are staggering.
This is all you get about the plot from me. Yeah. Tough luck, huh? 😉 I promise you’ll be better off going in without being spoiled.
Joss has matured a lot from where we started in book 1. Yes, she still lashes out, especially when she feels the sting of rejection but the heartbreak she experienced had her growing up fast. Not only is there a new maturity to her, there is also an unbreakable strength.
“I know you don’t need a hero, Joss. You are the strongest person I know. Even so, I can’t help myself. I never could. And not because someone told me I was supposed to, either.”
She deals with problems adults would sway under and does it with dignity. Well. Mostly. Joss and her dad start building a relationship and while it remains complicated there is still a lot of love. She is a lioness and ready to defend those she loves.
Wes isn’t weird. He isn’t alien. He’s a gift— rare and mine.
Wes is…Wes. He is such an unassuming, little bit bashful and sweet guy. Quiet, protective and so honest about his love for Joss. He is steadfast in his feelings for her and so wants to be the hero his girl deserves.
Wes closes the small distance between us and cups my cheeks, pulling my head toward his and resting our foreheads together. “I love you something fierce,” he whispers, and for the first time in an hour, my pulse begins to slow.
Wes has his own demons to fight and it was hard to see him hurting, this good young man with a heart the size of Texas.
And can I say that Kyle is the best friend ever? I think my book bestie and I will have to gang up on Ginger and bully her into writing his story. This guy is so good and sweet and always ready to provide comic relief when things get too serious. I adored him. Her dad has really grown on me too.
Finally I’d like to explain why I deducted a half star. In the last 20% something happens and I could not explain the necessity of this twist. These characters have gone through so much, they have always prevailed. Why send them through hell another time?
Ginger Scott’s tale about a boy and a girl who aren’t anything like us is poignant, definitely heart warming and complex. And every time she teaches me something. This story is about growth, being brave to be different and that facing adversity with people at your side is so much easier. And it reminds us that nothing is written in stone. People can change, situations can change and you can be the change
The writing is impeccable and draws you in from the first words. This author’s stories have a way to linger with me and even after days I still miss Wes and Joss. This one has so many twists that it gives you whiplash. It is also a little bit magical and I hope that a lot of people will pick up this duet and read it.