Free Playing it Kale (The McCain Saga Book 4) by Keary Taylor Page A

walk toward
him.   “Thanks for putting a little
adventure into mine.”   I take his hand
and we both settle onto the sand.   Kale
lays his head on my thigh and it could just about kill me.
    “Tell me something about yourself ,” he says as he looks up at me.   “Something you don’t normally talk about.”
    “Like what?” I ask.   With unsure, slightly shaking hands, I reach
up and run my fingers through his hair.   He must like it, cause his eyes slide closed.
    “I don’t know,” he says with a shrug of
his shoulders.   “Anything.”
    It takes me a moment, to come up with
something.   Something
real, because that seems to be what he wants.   “When I was in fifth grade, I hit my first
growth spurt,” I start.   “This was before
I started doing home school.   I was five
six by the end of the school year, a good half a foot taller than most of the
boys in our class.”   For a while I was
excited, cause I was taller than everyone else, and
that seemed awesome.   And then the
teasing came.   “And I just kept growing
over the summer.   I went to the first day
of sixth grade, and by then, I was five seven.   Some boy made fun of me.   My
parents had already been begging me to do private tutoring so I could speed
school up.   After that, it didn’t take
much more convincing.   I switched out
then.   By the time I was fourteen, I was
as tall as I am now.   Trust me, not even being
a freshman and being nearly five foot ten was pretty awful.”
    “Are you really five ten?” Kale asks,
looking up at me with a smile.   I
nod.   “That’s as tall as I am.   I didn’t even notice.”
    “Trust me, I have,” I say with an
uncomfortable smile.   “So always being
tall has meant that I never, ever wear heels, because no one wants to dance
with a giant.”
    “You shouldn’t be ashamed of being
tall,” Kale says with sincerity.   “In my
world, girls will kill for your height and these legs.”   He actually pats my thigh.   The one he’s not laying on.   “And all those kids who made fun of you were
idiots.   I want to see you wear some
super tall heels.   Soon.”
    I bite my lower lip to try and hold back
my smile.   “You keep talking about these
future events.   Like
you’re planning to see more of me once all this blows over.”
    Kale rolls, propping himself up on his
elbow.   His face is close, close enough I
can feel his breath on my chest.   “I told
you, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.   Being with you these past few days?   It’s just been…a breath of fresh air.”
    And maybe he would have kissed me, but
right then, Jamie calls from the deck.   “Lunch is ready!”

 
    Calvin arrives soon after we finish
lunch.   He’s an all business man that is
way too good looking for his own humility.   I can’t believe he doesn’t model himself.   Who knows, maybe he did, once upon a
time.   But he sits at the table with Kale
and I.   I hand over my phone, and one by
one, we all listen to the messages on my phone from agents, management
companies, and record labels.  
    I haven’t checked my phone since this
morning, so there’s a whole new slew of them.
    And as we list every one of them on
Calvin’s tablet, I realize that holy freaking stars, this is real.   If I want this, it’s right here.
    “I think you should let me do some
research for a few hours and check some of these people out,” Calvin says as he
looks up at me.   “And then let’s make
some calls this evening.   If these people
want you bad enough, they’ll fly out tomorrow to come meet with you.”
    “How do you feel about that?” Kale asks.
    I’m trying really hard not to gloss it
all over.   It threatens to wash over me
like a wave and drag me down under.   “That sounds good.   Thank you for
your help with this.”
    “Not a problem,” he says, all seriousness.   “That video Kale posted
was perfect publicity for Shurrock , so they’re happy
to support