Kindled Hearts by Abbey Easton EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Abbey Easton
- Language: English
- Genre: Mystery Romance
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Nine Years Ago
THE HOUSE STANK LIKE beer and liquor. My sweet cinnamon
candle lit on the coffee table did little to comfort me against the din of
bodies and alcohol consumption. A chorus of cheering from somewhere in
the vicinity of the kitchen made me jump, and I curled my legs tighter
against my body as I sat, stuffed in the corner of the large sectional in the
living room, clutching my crochet hook and yarn.
Parties and me never really jived for my whole life, and I didn’t expect
that to change now.
Lark, we’re in college. We’re supposed to be wild and do all the fun
things!
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The voice of my best friend, Thea, echoed in my mind. I took in a small
breath before I forced my hands to continue with the row of double crochet.
Parties might not be my thing, but they were Thea’s thing. She was so
excited to host her first “grown-up” party now that she was out of her
parents’ house. She was the youngest of six, and with all five of her older
brothers always looking over her shoulder, she never had an opportunity to
do anything they didn’t approve of. She loved her family—I did, too, for
that matter—but she’d been counting down the days until she was officially
on her own.
This was our sophomore year at Ember Hollow College, but the first year
we weren’t living at home. We’d rented a house near campus a couple
months ago with Thea’s friend, Delainey. It was a cute three-bedroom, twostory on a quiet dead-end street. Though I liked the quiet aspect, I wasn’t
going to be the one to shut down the Halloween party idea when they both
practically begged to host one.
“Hey.”
I stiffened as some guy plopped down on the couch next to me. I glanced
up from my crochet, frowning at the big brown eyes and a messy mop of
hair. He was dressed sloppily with a pair of ripped blue jeans and a white
shirt splattered in red paint to look like blood. Absolutely no creativity.
He was too close; our legs almost touched, and I squirmed as far back into
the fluffy couch cushion as I could.
The random guy wasn’t the only one on the sectional, but the other people
had hovered near the ends, giving me plenty of breathing room while
avoiding eye contact with me. Exactly how I liked it.
“What ya doin’?” The guy raised his brows at the crochet hook in my
hand.
I cleared my throat, adjusting my attention to my yarn, hoping he’d get
the idea that I wasn’t in the talking mood. “I’m crocheting.”
“Oh, my grandma does that.”
“I’d probably like her.” My hands started to move, my hook scooping in
and out of the stitches so fast I barely had to think about it.
The guy laughed, and to my disappointment, he didn’t leave. “Yeah, she’s
pretty cool for a grandma.”
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