The Girl Who Chased the Moon: A Novel - By Sarah Addison Allen Page 0,34
floor. The smell of rosin was strong. It reminded her of Christmas wreaths and red glass ornaments. It was a completely different world, a completely different season, than just a few steps away at the lake.
“I don’t have shoes on,” she said, pulling him to a stop.
He turned to her. “You seem to find yourself without shoes in the woods a lot.”
She wasn’t amused. “Why are you doing this?”
“Believe it or not, I’m trying to help you.”
“Help me do what?” She threw her hands in the air, frustrated.
“Adjust.”
She scoffed at him, because if adjusting to this place meant believing what he said about her mother, she was never going to adjust.
Before she could turn to go back to the beach, he said, “Okay, here are the basics. Your mother was known to be spoiled and cruel. My uncle was gullible and shy. She used his feelings for her to trick him into revealing a long-held Coffey family secret to the entire town, just because she could. Then she turned her back on him. Devastated that he’d lost her and hurt his family, he killed himself. She left town without so much as an apology. I know it’s hard to hear. But this might go a long way in explaining why people here act … a certain way around you.”
“Act what way?”
His dark, arched brows rose. “You haven’t noticed yet?”
Emily hesitated.
“You have noticed.”
She shook her head. She was angry at him for saying these things, but she was even angrier at herself for actually standing there and listening. “You didn’t know my mother. I knew my mother. She would never turn her back on anyone.”
Win’s eyes went soft and sympathetic. It was clear he was sorry she was hurt by his words, but he didn’t look sorry that he’d said them in the first place. This was what he meant by the two of them having history?
“Why should I trust you, anyway?” she challenged him. “Why should I believe anything you say?”
He shrugged. “You probably shouldn’t. You probably shouldn’t have anything to do with me. I’m surprised your grandfather hasn’t told you to stay away from me already. He will soon, though. Mark my words.”
The wind picked up for a moment, brushing the treetops. A cascade of pine needles, both green and brown, suddenly fell down around them. Emily watched Win through the swarming needles, a peculiar enchantment coming over her. Who was this strange boy? What did he want from her?
“What secret did your uncle reveal?” she found herself asking.
He took a long time to answer, as if warring with himself. His lips finally lifted into a cynical smile, breaking the spell. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
He gladly shared some secrets, yet he wouldn’t reveal his own. She should have no trouble casting aside anything someone so disingenuous would say. But still it lingered in her mind. And that made her furious.
She turned stiffly and walked back to the lake. Back to summer.
She made her way across the beach to where Julia was sitting cross-legged on her towel, reading a book. Sawyer was stretched out at her feet like a large marmalade cat.
Julia looked up when Emily’s shadow fell over her. “Emily? What’s wrong?” she asked, setting her book aside.
“Nothing. I’d like to go home, if that’s okay.” She suddenly, desperately, wanted to talk to her grandfather. He was her one true connection to her mother. He would tell her that what Win said was a lie.
Sawyer sat up. He took off his sunglasses. “You look upset,” he said.
“I’m fine.” She tacked on a smile for good measure.
“My sister was rude to her. I apologize.” Win’s voice behind her made her turn. She wasn’t aware that he’d been following her. He met her eyes, his expression troubled.
Sawyer stood. For someone so beautiful, he could certainly be imposing when he got angry. He was as tall as Win, but much bigger. “What did she say that upset Emily?”
Before Win could answer, Julia said, “That was your party?”
“My sister’s birthday party.”
“Jesus,” she said, grabbing her bag and quickly stuffing it with their towels, her book, and her water bottle. She stood. “I didn’t know. Come on, sweetheart. Let’s go home.”
“I can take her,” Win said. “It’s on my way, and I need to be home before sunset anyway.” He held out his hand and, without thinking, Emily took it. She immediately came to her senses and tried to take it back, but he held firm. His hand was warm