JACK AND THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH
by HL Carpenter
Ebook ISBN: 978-0-9884095-0-7
Copyright (c) 2012 by Top Drawer Ink Corp.
Jack and The Fountain of Youth — Audio Installment 3
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Below is the text version of the audio.
“Are you okay?” Nessa Owens untangled her legs from the jumble of bike and boy and scrambled to her feet. She stretched out a hand to help him up and gasped. “Your nose is bleeding.”
He took her hand and half-pulled, half-pushed himself off the ground. Once on his feet, he released her as if her touch burned.
He swiped at the trickle of blood. “Are you?”
“Am I what?”
Her palm tingled. She rubbed her hand. Had he felt it too, that little spark that was scrambling her brain? Was that why he’d let go so quickly? His eyes were an intense brown, the color of unsweetened cocoa. She couldn’t look away.
“Are you hurt?” he asked.
“Oh. No. I’m fine.” She blinked to break the connection. Maybe tingling skin and imagined eye-connection were the normal result of having run over a really cute guy. Right. That would be true if she lived in a romance novel. “Landing on you softened the impact.”
“Always glad to be of service to comely maidens.”
The unusual words suited him. In age, he looked close to her own two-weeks-shy-of-nineteen, but his bearing and manner were old-worldly. Another unusual word came to mind: Chivalrous.
Yes, chivalrous was exactly right, like a caballarius of old, the kind of hero who only existed in her daydreams. And in romance books. The kind of hero she’d never expected to meet in a parking lot in Everyoung, Florida. The kind of hero — she really needed to get out of the greenhouse more often. Ideas of heroes, skin contact that sparked, and instant attraction to chivalrous guys with marvelous brown eyes were ridiculous. No, worse than ridiculous. Delusional.
“Thanks for saving me.” She brushed dirt from her jeans. She was not going to look at him again. Nope. “I didn’t mean to run you down. It was an accident. The brakes failed.”
That was true, at least partially. The main cause of the collision had been the fear that had kept her wide awake last night, numbing her reflexes. And apparently numbing her brain too, considering her reaction to him.
He chuckled and picked up the notebook he’d dropped right before she crashed into him. “I hope it was an accident. I would hate to think you aimed for me on purpose. Especially since we do not even know each other.”
His gaze met hers for the second time. Another spark flashed between them, a warm glimmer that made the humid August morning seem brighter than usual. For a moment, as they stared at each other, Nessa had the crazy idea she did know him.
Lack of sleep had definitely done a number on her remaining brain cells.
On the grocery store porch, Mrs. Kuhn and Mr. Sterling sat frozen in place, sun-wrinkled faces still, mouths open slightly. Then a rocker creaked.
“Are you kids okay?” Mrs. Kuhn called.
***** ABOUT THE AUTHOR *****
HL Carpenter is the pen name of a Florida-based mother/daughter duo who writes from their studios in Carpenter Country, a magical place that, like their stories, is unreal but not untrue. When they’re not writing, the Carpenters enjoy exploring the Land of What-If and practicing the fine art of Curiosity.
Also by HL Carpenter:
The SkyHorse. Fourteen year old Tovi thinks finding a flying horse is fabulous luck–until a mysterious stranger says finders aren’t always keepers.
Dream Stealer. Is stealing a dream better than losing your own?