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Today, a little taste of There You'll Find Me. . .
Grief brought Finley to Ireland. Love will lead her home.
When Finely books her trip to Ireland as a foreign exchange student, all she wants to do is let her heart heal, see the sights in her brother’s favorite country, and work on her college audition piece for a prestigious music conservatory. She plans to use her brother’s journal from his time in the Emerald Isle as her guide during her stay, yet from the moment she boards the plane and sits next to Beckett Rush, teen star of the hottest vampire flicks, nothing goes according to her well-ordered plan.
The peace and beauty of the Irish village are no match for the chaos that soon becomes her life. When she gets roped into working as Beckett Rush’s personal assistant, she finds this famous wild child is not quite what he seems. And as she grows closer to the mysterious actor, her own secrets refuse to stay put.
Other things to know:
Erin: host sister, Finley's age
Liam: Erin's younger brother
Beckett: like Robert Pattinson. But cuter
Nora: Erin's mom
CHAPTER 14
On Saturday evening, I looked in the bathroom mirror and took the straightener to the same piece of hair for the tenth time. Steam wafted from the flatiron, and I knew if I kept at it, I'd have a bald spot instead of an errant lock of hair. After a quick blast of hairspray, I slid the shell pink gloss over my lips and surveyed my work. Smoky shadow highlighted my eyes with dramatic eyeliner and heavy lashes. My hair cascaded across my shoulders like I was a starlet in a black-and-white movie. I wore a sequined gray tank covered by a black fitted cardigan, a filmy charcoal skirt, and shimmery flats.
I jerked at the knock on the door and quit my inspection. I sucked in my stomach and opened the door.
“Beckett's downstairs,” Erin said. “He looks…divine.”
“That good, huh?” I spritzed some perfume on my neck and wrists.
“I can't believe you have a date with the hottest guy in the world.”
I checked my teeth. “It's not a date.”
“Whatever you call it, it's still totally cool.”
“Do you want to come with us?”
She shook her red head and already I could see her morphing into awkward mode. “No. No, I can't. I couldn't. I'm going to Orla's tonight. We're going to do facials then have a decent munch on as much pizza and fairy cakes as we can stand. At least with Orla I can make complete sentences. And after last night at dinner when I dropped the potatoes…”
“I don't think Beckett even noticed.”
“They fell in his lap, Finley.”
Beckett had stopped by at dinnertime again. Even though Erin got a little clumsy with the vegetables, he just laughed it off and spoke to her as if she were an old friend. And not someone who had just tried to scorch his crotch.
It was strange. It was almost as if he liked hanging out with the O'Callaghan family. Surely he had somewhere more thrilling to be on a Friday night. Yet there he'd been, sitting at the dinner table with us, eating roast and potatoes and laughing at all of Liam's jokes.
I walked down the stairs and into the living room where Beckett sat on the couch across from Nora.
“And then I started couching and my fang shot out my mouth and…” Beckett lifted his head and turned those warm gray eyes on me. A slow smile spread across his face. “Hello, Flossie Sinclair.”
My stomach did a quivery flip. “Hello, Beckett Rush.”
“Here's your coat.” Nora handed my jacket to Beckett. “Don't forget curfew.”
“I won't, ma'am,” he said, never taking his gaze off me. “I'll be the perfect gentleman.”
Nora giggled. “I don't doubt that a minute.” The phone rang from the kitchen. “I better get that. You two have fun.” She scurried out of the room, leaving the two of us. Alone.
Beckett walked to me, and I smelled the hint of his cologne. “You look beautiful.”
My skin heated at the intensity in his voice. “You do too. Not nearly as. . . pale.” He looked positively heartbreaking in dark jeans, a button-down shirt, and a tweedy blazer that was mismatched so artfully, ti could've been picked out by one of this stylists.
“I decided I'd leave all the makeup to you tonight.” He held out my coat, and I turned around, pushing my arms through the sleeves. His fingers brushed across my neck as he lifted my hair out from the collar. “I like what you've done with your hair.”
“I just brushed it.” I shrugged one shoulder. “No effort at all.”
An hour and a half later I strolled the streets of Galway with the boy most girls would've died a thousand deaths to be near.
To be continued…
