Catch a Kiwi (NEW ZEALAND EVER AFTER #6) by Rosalind James EPUB & PDF– eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Rosalind James
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- Genre: contemporary romance
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FAILURE TO FAILURE
Summer
“We could totally crash right now,” my cousin Delilah informed me
from the passenger seat. “Meet somebody coming around a corner, and—
boom. That would be just the crowning glory. After another job bites the
dust, because a café can’t be open when it’s flooded. And, of course, when
our last shower was two days ago and our worldly possessions have been
reduced to a campervan. We’re like the ‘before’ scene in a movie. Do you
still count as homeless if you have a campervan? I’m guessing yes.”
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Breathe, I told myself, and redoubled my focus on the winding road,
ignoring the fern trees that were whipping around on the downhill side like
they were auditioning to be in a hurricane on the news. There were no roads
as narrow as New Zealand roads, which meant that Delilah was right. If
anybody came around the corner, just a little over the nonexistent center
line …
I’d have rubbed my forehead with trembling fingers like somebody in a
book, but my death grip on the steering wheel had other ideas. “Why would
we crash?” I asked Delilah. “Because it’s raining? And we’re living in a
campervan because we’re on a working holiday. A working holiday in New
Zealand. That’s not homeless. That’s a dream life.”
“No, because it’s pouring,” she said. “Brilliant idea to drive to the
beach. Hello? It’s a cyclone. That means a hurricane. Have you ever
watched TV? Palm trees whipping in the wind much?”
“It’s raining practically everywhere in the South Island,” I reminded her
as the ancient gray van did some more groaning—what was that?—and the
windshield wipers slapped frantically in a futile attempt to keep up with the
sheets of water. “Things aren’t flooded here, though, you notice, unlike in
Fiordland. The road isn’t closed, and nobody’s evacuating over here last I
checked. Onward and upward.
Whoops. We turn here.” I could barely see to
make the turn onto Purakaunui Bay Road, and once I did, I realized the road
was gravel. That was OK, though, right? Gravel drained the water. That was
the whole reason for gravel.
“I hate your new looking-on-the-bright-side thing, so you know,”
Delilah said. “I liked you better when you were snarky and dark, like me.”
I inched around a hairpin curve as the headlights flickered. So did the
dash illumination. The windshield wipers faltered, and my heart skipped a
beat. They restarted, and I breathed again. Never mind. I could look out the
window to drive if I had to, right? Right?
I thought about it for two seconds, until the horn let out a blast and
startled me.
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