Triple Fault

I

SWAK.

ALMOST.

JUST SAY IT, I TOLD MYSELF. ANSWER HIM. I shifted on the tack trunk outside Charm's stall. You're supposed to reply when someone asks if they can kiss you. But with Eric just inches from my face, staring at me expectantly, I could barely think, let alone formulatea whole sentence.

My horse, Charm, snorted as he looked down at us like he too was waiting to hear my answer. And the truth was, right now I wasn't thinking about how my ex-best friend Callie and my almost-boyfriend Jacob had betrayed me. Or how I'd almost blown my chance in front of the Youth Equestrian National Team scouts. I knew for sure what my answer was -- I wanted to kiss Eric.

And by the ecstatic look on his face, it was clear that he knew what I was thinking.

His black hair fell over one eye as he leaned closer to me. I ignored the whooshing sound in my ears and the nerves making my stomach swirl. Eric's lips were about to touch mine. My eyes fluttered shut.

Oh.

My.

"Eric?" someone called.

Our heads jerked up.

"Eric?" the man's voice called again.

Mr. Conner! Our riding instructor' ... read full excerpt from: Canterwood Crest: Triple Fault ebook