She sat up straight in the seat, gaze fixed on some point beyond his shoulder. He wet half the napkin liberally, ran it under her left eye until a few drops of water dripped down her pale cheek, then used the dry half of the napkin to remove both water and mascara. You’re doing it all wrong,” he said after a couple of minutes, when she’d only managed to smear the makeup worse than it had been. “You know we’re like twenty feet from a bathroom, right?” It’s mostly melted ice now.” He watched, amused, as she dipped the edge of the napkin into the cup. “Are you done with that?” she asked, already reaching for Cade’s soda. She rummaged around the overstuffed glove box until she came up with a single, crumpled napkin. “There might be some napkins in the glove box.” She sighed and let her fingers drop to her lap. “Didn’t seem like the right time to point out that you puked so hard your mascara started to run.” “Because I like my head where it is?” he suggested. “God, Cade, I look like crap! Why didn’t you tell me I had raccoon eyes?” she demanded, using her fingers to scrub at the black smudges beneath her eyes. Rynn leaned forward to pull down the visor mirror and promptly did a double-take. She kept him honest and he promised to keep her safe. She taught him about friendship and family. Rynn Lewis was eighteen and pregnant, on the run from her ex-boyfriend, when Cade found her on the streets of Minneapolis.

Until the night he decided it was time to risk it all. Yet over the course of a year, he’d watched his own life slowly spiral out of control. After high school, he’d agreed to be a bouncer for his sister’s club, not a dancer. Find it: Goodreads, Amazon, Kindle, B&N, iBooks, KoboĬade Henson was ready for a change.

Fix You by J.C. Doan