Free Chocolate Kisses and Love Filled Wishes: Kissing Bridge Mountain - Book 3 by Linda West Page A
Authors: Linda West
partners I had hoped to have with you, but we can still use you for the movement as our poster child to garner sympathy! Cripples sell! We’ll blame the fall on the bad weather conditions due to the climate change.”
He zoomed in on the black and blue side of her face as if intrigued. He brought the camera in for an ultra close up.
Kacey was aghast.
“Did you just say ‘cripples sell ’?”
Tanner pulled back the video camera to get a full view of her entire face, now snarled in contempt.
“Yes. Give it to me, Kacey. Show your anger for what’s happened to our world. The camera is loving you!”
Kacey felt disgusted.
It seemed that the camera was the only thing loving her at the moment.
She looked back at Justine, who shrugged her shoulders and looked completely confused.
Tanner continued on his ‘save-the-world’ rant.
“People have to know what lengths people are willing to go to help the environment! You are a star victim, Kacey. This is an exclusive! Would-Be-Olympic-Gold-Medalist crushed by climate change.”
Tanner got in her face again with the camera—her now angry face. She was just this side of swatting it away when he pulled back and changed position.
Now he focused the camera on her unmoving legs covered by a plaid blanket. He panned the camera down her legs slowly, taking video of them.
Tanner narrated along with taking the video.
“Lost limbs—the first tiny victims of climate change left uncontrolled.”
Justine reached around and pulled the blanket up over Kacey’s legs protectively in the wheelchair as Tanner kept taping.
Tanner continued his sensuous narration.
“Olympic hopeful now lost of all hope. This is the future.
Inert.
Dead.
Just like poor Kacey Anderson’s legs.”
With that last bit of expose—extra heavy with fake emotion—he turned the camera on himself, and summoned up a look of empathy.
“We can stop this. We can make a difference. Help us. Help the children. Because we can’t help Kacey.”
With that last dialogue, he actually conjured up a fake tear and pulled the camera in extra close to follow its fall from tear duct to high cheekbone, down to chiseled jaw. He zeroed in with a long pause as the tear wavered on the side of his chin before dripping off his handsome face altogether, and he hit the ‘off’ button with finality.
He turned to them with a self-satisfied grin.
“That was Oscar-winning shit right there!”
He lifted a hand up to Kacey to high-five him.
“High-five, Kacey, that was great stuff!”
Kacey could not believe it.
She was certainly getting to see a side of Tanner she had never seen before!
He might care about the environment, but it appeared he could give a fig about people, or her ! It looked like he cared more about his movie and being famous than anything else!
Tanner was too busy fiddling with the camera to notice what was going on inside Kacey’s head—which happened to be a lot, despite the fall.
Now, Kacey Anderson might have been young, but she was not naive.
Having left Kissing Bridge Mountain at the age of 17, she had been around the world a couple of times in her career and met many kinds of people. Sadly, most of them were not like the good town folk of Kissing Bridge. But it had taught her much about the character of people—or lack of character, in this case.
She realized that she had come across Tanner’s type of character before.
The faker.
The user.
The con artist.
They always hid so well, at first.
Acted so nice.
Appeared so handsome.
Told you they loved you and wanted to be with you always. Convinced you they loved you so much you believed them!
Ouch.
The truth was, they were great actors with nothing inside; soulless and heartless with only their egos being important.
Narcissists.
Kacey was forced to
He zoomed in on the black and blue side of her face as if intrigued. He brought the camera in for an ultra close up.
Kacey was aghast.
“Did you just say ‘cripples sell ’?”
Tanner pulled back the video camera to get a full view of her entire face, now snarled in contempt.
“Yes. Give it to me, Kacey. Show your anger for what’s happened to our world. The camera is loving you!”
Kacey felt disgusted.
It seemed that the camera was the only thing loving her at the moment.
She looked back at Justine, who shrugged her shoulders and looked completely confused.
Tanner continued on his ‘save-the-world’ rant.
“People have to know what lengths people are willing to go to help the environment! You are a star victim, Kacey. This is an exclusive! Would-Be-Olympic-Gold-Medalist crushed by climate change.”
Tanner got in her face again with the camera—her now angry face. She was just this side of swatting it away when he pulled back and changed position.
Now he focused the camera on her unmoving legs covered by a plaid blanket. He panned the camera down her legs slowly, taking video of them.
Tanner narrated along with taking the video.
“Lost limbs—the first tiny victims of climate change left uncontrolled.”
Justine reached around and pulled the blanket up over Kacey’s legs protectively in the wheelchair as Tanner kept taping.
Tanner continued his sensuous narration.
“Olympic hopeful now lost of all hope. This is the future.
Inert.
Dead.
Just like poor Kacey Anderson’s legs.”
With that last bit of expose—extra heavy with fake emotion—he turned the camera on himself, and summoned up a look of empathy.
“We can stop this. We can make a difference. Help us. Help the children. Because we can’t help Kacey.”
With that last dialogue, he actually conjured up a fake tear and pulled the camera in extra close to follow its fall from tear duct to high cheekbone, down to chiseled jaw. He zeroed in with a long pause as the tear wavered on the side of his chin before dripping off his handsome face altogether, and he hit the ‘off’ button with finality.
He turned to them with a self-satisfied grin.
“That was Oscar-winning shit right there!”
He lifted a hand up to Kacey to high-five him.
“High-five, Kacey, that was great stuff!”
Kacey could not believe it.
She was certainly getting to see a side of Tanner she had never seen before!
He might care about the environment, but it appeared he could give a fig about people, or her ! It looked like he cared more about his movie and being famous than anything else!
Tanner was too busy fiddling with the camera to notice what was going on inside Kacey’s head—which happened to be a lot, despite the fall.
Now, Kacey Anderson might have been young, but she was not naive.
Having left Kissing Bridge Mountain at the age of 17, she had been around the world a couple of times in her career and met many kinds of people. Sadly, most of them were not like the good town folk of Kissing Bridge. But it had taught her much about the character of people—or lack of character, in this case.
She realized that she had come across Tanner’s type of character before.
The faker.
The user.
The con artist.
They always hid so well, at first.
Acted so nice.
Appeared so handsome.
Told you they loved you and wanted to be with you always. Convinced you they loved you so much you believed them!
Ouch.
The truth was, they were great actors with nothing inside; soulless and heartless with only their egos being important.
Narcissists.
Kacey was forced to
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