He takes a step forward, his big chest rising and falling. “I know I’m pushing it, Snaps. But I’m dying over here.”
I’m dying, too. No denying it. This attraction is very bad for my mental and physical health. He probably won’t even show up tomorrow night. His romantic comedy costar will distract him with an invitation to eat grapes on a sun- drenched rooftop somewhere and I . . . I could never get another chance to kiss this outrageously beautiful man. This trip to New York isn’t only a career opportunity, it’s a chance to shake off my comfort zone.
Do it, Katie. Don’t regret it. Don’t be a coward. What’s the worst that could happen?
“Just one, then,” I whisper.
His green eyes go molten as he takes two big strides and swoops in. I hear my backpack hit the ground and then nothing, nothing, but Jack’s mouth has any part of my focus.
What’s the worst that could happen?
I freaking loved Jack’s story.
Ms. Bailey did a fantastic job of really showing us Jack and Katie–we feel their chemistry (explosive, all the time), suffer along with their inner turmoil (crushing, at times), and agonize over the very real reasons that they can’t/shouldn’t be together (which they ultimately make realistic strives toward resolving). And all the while she kept me wildly alternating between laughing out loud, tearing up in sympathy, and feeling the need to fan myself. There are so many highlighted passages in my copy, I can’t even tell you–I’m probably going to go read them over again when I’m done with this just so I can giggle/swoon/blink back tears one more time before rejoining the real world again.
(And geesh, I thought I was anxious for Greer and Danika’s story before–that’s pretty much increased a billionfold now. Thanks, Ms. Bailey. I see what you did there.)
Rating: 4 1/2 stars / A
I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader Copy of this book.