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QUARTER MILES (Runaway #3) Release Date: July 21st Purchase Details: https://ift.tt/32EcsNZ Katherine Gates has been in love with Cash Greer since the moment he saved her life from a runaway goat. According to Cash, she’s the little sister he never had, the greatest roommate in the world and his favorite coworker. They’re friends—best friends. In the dark days of her youth, it was her friendships that kept her alive and made life in a junkyard worth living. So she’s learned to shove her feelings for Cash down deep, even if that means ignoring eyes that shine brighter than the Montana summer sun and the smile that illuminates the snowiest winter day. Except with every passing year, the denial takes its toll on her wounded heart until one day Katherine decides to take an impulsive road trip to the Oregon coast. Alone. That is, until Cash cons his way into the passenger seat. The farther they travel, the harder it is to pretend. And when she confesses her feelings, she learns that Cash has some secrets of his own. Secrets that will either bond them together. Or rip them apart. EXCERPT “Why did you turn the air on?” she asked, looking above us to the open air. “I’m hot.” Desperate. What would it take for her to put on a goddamn sweater? “Are you wearing sunscreen?” “Uh, no.” She gave me a sideways glance. “Why?” “You’re going to get burned.” Get the sweater, Kat. You know you want to. “I’ll be fine. At the next gas station, I’ll grab a bottle for us.” Us. Why did that word sound so serious? It wasn’t the intimate kind of us. There was no us. Not in the couple sense of the word. Did I want there to be an us? Yes. That lightning-fast internal response nearly had me slamming on the brakes, turning this car around and going back to Montana, where the world was normal. Kat was my friend. My best friend. Roommate. Coworker. Pseudo sibling. There were days when I’d trade Easton for her permanently. Okay, any day. There were plenty of ways to label our relationship and us was not one. I could not—would not—tear down the boundaries that nearly a decade and firm family reminders had put in place.
