Extraits

(Justice) "Je suis désolé pour ça."

(Patience) "Arrête de t’excuser. Je ne peux pas décider si je dois t'embrasser ou te frapper."

(Justice) "Est-ce que je peux choisir ?"

Patience sentait son estomac tourner et retourner. "J'ai apporté un coton-tige", a-t-elle chuchoté à Justice alors qu'ils se dirigeaient vers le parc. "Au cas où, tu sais, Steve deviendrait incontrôlable."

Justice passa son bras autour de ses épaules. "Je peux le maîtriser sans arme", lui assura-t-il. "Garde le coton-tige pour ta propre protection."

"Mais je ne sais pas comment en utiliser un de cette façon."

Lily la regarda. « Maman, tu parles vraiment de coton-tige ? »

"Oui, et c'est bizarre. Je le reconnais."

Ils sont allés au ranch. Il y avait un panneau proposant du fromage de chèvre et du lait à vendre, ainsi que du fumier de chèvre. Au-delà de la maison principale se trouvaient des écuries et des corrals. Au loin, il aperçut un couple de moutons, un lama et...

Il arrêta la voiture et regarda fixement. "Est-ce-"

Patience suivit son regard. « Un éléphant ? Oui. Elle s'appelle Priscilla. »

« Un vrai éléphant ? »

« Elle n'est pas fausse, si c'est ce que tu demandes. C'est une longue histoire, mais elle vit ici maintenant et tout le monde l'aime. Elle fait partie de la communauté. »

Il reporta son attention sur le trajet à travers la propriété. "Bien sûr qu'elle l'est."

"Nous aimons Priscilla. Elle était à la crèche à Noël dernier."

« Un éléphant ? »

"Tout le monde devrait pouvoir participer."

Justice s'est rendu à l'inévitable. "J'essaie de comprendre comment je suis arrivé ici."

"Sur terre, ou ici avec moi à ce moment particulier ?"

"Le dernier."

Elle lui adressa un sourire. "Tu as proposé de me conduire."

"À quoi je pensais ?"

« Oh, allez. Ce sera amusant. Annabelle a eu son bébé. Maintenant, nous devons faire partie de la célébration. »

"Pourquoi ?"

« C'est ce que nous faisons. Nous rendons visite à la nouvelle mère, prenons en charge la nourriture pour qu'elle n'ait pas à cuisiner. Roucouler sur le bébé. »

Juste une version de plus de l'enfer, pensa-t-il. "Je ne roucoule pas."

« Je roucoulerai pour nous deux. En plus, toute la ville sera là. »

"Justice ?" demanda-t-elle, sa voix plus essoufflée que sonore. "Justice ?"

Il lui fit un léger haussement d'épaules. Le geste familier était suffisant pour l'envoyer voler à travers la boutique. Elle se jeta sur lui, déterminée à s'accrocher cette fois.

Il l'attrapa contre lui et la serra presque aussi fort qu'elle le serrait. Il était chaleureux, solide et réel. Elle appuya sa tête contre son épaule et inhala son odeur. Une odeur propre et masculine qui n'avait rien à voir avec le garçon dont elle se souvenait. Cela n'arrivait pas, pensa-t-elle, toujours étourdie. Justice ne pouvait pas revenir.

Résumé

Il n'hésitera pas à mettre sa vie en jeu... mais risquera-t-il un jour son cœur ?

Tomber amoureuse de Justice Garrett a été un moment fort de l'adolescence autrement maladroite de Patience McGraw. Même après sa disparition, Patience n'a jamais oublié le garçon qui a capturé son cœur. Maintenant, il est de retour à Fool's Gold, en Californie, et sa passion pour lui est plus forte que jamais. Mais comment peut-elle croire qu'il ne l'abandonnera pas à nouveau, et sa fille aussi ?

Lorsque le garde du corps Justice Garrett était un jeune homme, la protection des témoins l'a amené dans cette ville idyllique et il n'a jamais oublié sa chaleur, ni la douce beauté de son amie d'enfance. Il est revenu pour ouvrir une académie de défense, et Patience qu'il a connue a grandi. Il ne peut résister à son sourire ou à ses courbes. Mais le passé de Justice ne fait pas de lui un mari ou un père matériel.

Patience et Justice pensent qu'ils succomberont à un seul baiser... Puis un de plus... D'accord, juste une nuit ensemble. Mais ils pourraient apprendre que tomber amoureux est hors de contrôle de quiconque.

PROLOGUE

Fifteen years ago...

PATIENCE MCGRAW COULDN’T breathe. She placed her hand on top of her chest and wondered if it was possible to have a heart attack and die from fear. Or maybe anticipation. Her mind raced and her throat was tight and here she was, on possibly the most significant day of her life, and she couldn’t catch her breath. Talk about lame.

“The snow’s melting,” Justice said, pointing toward the mountains just east of town.

Patience looked up and nodded. “It’s getting warmer.”

It’s getting warmer? She held in a groan. Why did she have to sound so stupid? Why did she have to be so nervous? This was Justice, her best friend since he’d moved to Fool’s Gold at the beginning of October last year. They’d met in the school cafeteria and they’d reached for the last cupcake. He’d let her have it; she’d offered to share. She figured because he was older, he would refuse, but he’d smiled instead and that day they’d become friends.

She knew him. They hung out together, played video games together, went to the movies together. It was fun. It was easy. Or it had been until a few weeks ago when she’d suddenly looked into Justice’s dark blue eyes and felt something she’d never experienced before.

Her mom had reassured her it was normal. Patience was fourteen, Justice was sixteen and it was unlikely they would stay friends forever. But Patience wasn’t sure she liked the change. Before, she hadn’t had to think about everything she said or worry about what she wore, or how her hair looked. Now she was always thinking, which made it hard to just hang out.

After two months of sweating every word, every thought, every action, she was done. She was going to tell Justice the truth. That she liked him. That she wanted him to be more than her best friend. If he liked her back, well, she didn’t know what would happen then, but she was sure it would be wonderful. If he didn’t, she would probably die of a broken heart.

They walked through the quiet residential neighborhood of Fool’s Gold. The small town was nestled in the foothills of the Sierra Nevadas. With spring chasing away winter, there were buds on trees and the first daffodils and tulips of the season swayed in the afternoon breeze. All of which had nothing to do with the fact that she was seriously scared. Because while talking about dying of a broken heart was very Pride and Prejudice—her mother’s favorite book and movie—it might be painful and a little gross.

But she had to know. Had to stop wondering. She should just tell him and get it over with. There was a school dance in two weeks and she wanted to go with Justice.

She was pretty sure he didn’t like anyone else. Although he was two years older than her, he didn’t have a girlfriend and they always hung out together at lunch. Not that he’d tried to kiss her. She wasn’t sure how she felt about kissing, but if she was going to have a boy kiss her, she wanted it to be Justice. Oh God, why did her stomach hurt so much?

“Patience?”

She jumped. “Huh?”

“Are you okay?”

She came to a stop and clutched her books to her chest. “I’m fine. Why do you ask?”

“You’re quiet. Is something wrong?”

His eyes were so beautiful, she thought. Dark, dark blue. They crinkled a little at the corners when he laughed, which wasn’t that often. He had a great smile. He was still kind of skinny, as if he’d grown too fast, but cute. And sweet to her.

“Justice, I need to ask you something.”

He nodded and waited, facing her. “Sure. What?”

She opened her mouth, then closed it. Words disappeared as she got lost in fear and panic and—

“Hey, Justice.”

They both turned and saw Ford Hendrix crossing the street toward them. Patience exhaled, both relieved and frustrated by the interruption.

Ford was one of six kids. Dark hair and eyes. All the girls thought he was hot, but Patience only saw Justice.

“Could you believe that history test?” Ford asked. He and Justice were the same age and had a lot of classes together. “Hey, Patience.”

“Hi.”

They all fell into step together, walking toward home, the moment lost.

“Man, why do we have to know that stuff?” Ford asked. “World War One was like a hundred years ago or something. That essay question...”

“Brutal,” Justice finished for him.

Patience glanced at him and saw he was watching her, his expression questioning. She swallowed as she realized he might ask her what she’d wanted to talk about and she couldn’t possibly say anything in front of Ford. He was a nice enough guy, but no way!

“I, um, need to get home,” Patience said. “I’m going to cut through here. See you tomorrow.”

“Patience, wait.”

But she ignored Justice and hurried away, ducking around a house and through a backyard as she made her escape.

* * *

THE NEXT MORNING, Patience was determined not to wait another second to tell Justice the truth. She’d spent a horrible night tossing and turning, feeling a little sick to her stomach. She couldn’t keep doing this to herself. She was going to be brave. She was going to be honest. If things went really bad, she was sure her mom would be willing to move.

She walked from her house to Justice’s, as she had every school morning for months now. He lived a couple of blocks closer to town so he was on her way. As she walked down the sidewalk, she looked at the small two-bedroom house he shared with his uncle. Normally Justice would be sitting on the porch steps, waiting for her. Only he wasn’t there this morning.

Did he know? Had he figured out what she wanted to tell him? Was he disgusted? Did he think she was a complete dork and was so embarrassed he couldn’t speak to her?

Anxiety propelled her up the stairs. If it was bad, she wanted to hear it fast. He should just tell her the truth so she wouldn’t hope. Then her heart would break and she could get over it and...

She paused on the porch as she realized the front door was partially open. As if someone had left it that way in a hurry. She frowned as she moved forward.

“Justice? Are you okay?”

She knocked once and the door swung open.

She’d been in the small house dozens of times. There was a living room with a tiny dining room and kitchen beyond. There were two bedrooms and a single bathroom in the back. She remembered a sofa and a couple of chairs, some kind of coffee table.

Only all of that was gone now. The living room was empty, as was the dining room beyond. There was nothing. Not a cushion or a box or a scrap of paper. It was as if no one had ever lived here at all.

Patience slowly walked through the house. Her breathing sounded loud in the stillness. She didn’t understand. How could everything be gone?

The kitchen was as vacant as the rest of the place. The cupboards stood open, the shelves bare. The sink was empty, as were all the drawers. In Justice’s bedroom, there was no hint he had ever lived there.

She returned to the living room and blinked away sudden tears. She turned in a slow circle, fear growing inside her.

This wasn’t right. People didn’t just disappear in the night. Something had happened. Something bad.

She darted out the front door and ran all the way home. She burst in the back door and yelled for her mom.

“Justice is gone! He’s gone and his uncle’s gone and all their stuff.”

Her mother hurried into the living room. “What are you talking about?”

Patience told her what had happened. Ava grabbed a jacket, then followed her out the back door. Ten minutes later she was gazing at the empty interior. Fifteen minutes after that, the police had arrived.

Patience watched the activity and listened to the conversation. No one knew what had happened. No one had heard anything or seen anything. But they all agreed it was very strange. Justice and his uncle had disappeared. It was as if they’d never been there at all.