Free The Impossible Art of Falling (Impossible Art #1) by Sara Fiorenzo Page B

wanting to overstay his welcome. Besides, he didn’t know if he would be able to stop himself from pulling her into his arms and kissing her senseless.
    Jena stood for a moment and watched him retreat. Despite the lack of rain, she pulled her hood over her head and clutched her coat tightly, noticing a chill in the air now that Luke was gone. She latched Gatsby’s door and plodded back down the aisle to head back out into the night. What a night this had turned out to be. And Luke seemed full of surprises. Gone was the man who glared at her, or looked at her in confusion when she first came. This was the man who sent heat rushing through her body just by looking at her. And now, the one who she could actually talk to. The one that made her feel things she had never felt before. Perhaps moving here was better for her than she ever thought.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    chapter 10
     
     
    T HE NEXT MORNING, IT WAS Luke who stumbled out of bed reluctantly. It had taken him a while to fall asleep, because his head had been so full of Jena. The way her hair tangled over her shoulders, her hand placed delicately on her horse’s neck, the way she had smiled at him last night from her horse’s stall. He was falling, and he was falling hard for this girl. At last, he remembered breakfast and jumped out of bed, excited at the chance to see her again. He pulled on his jeans, t-shirt, and boots and started out of the door, only to be stopped by the torrential downpour that had begun again outside. In his stupor, he hadn’t even heard the storm come in. A crack of thunder sounded as a streak of lightening shot overhead, momentarily brightening the sky. The rain last night had intensified and turned into a full blown storm. How had he missed this? He really must have been distracted. He reached back into his room and grabbed a rain parka, throwing it over his shoulders and head.
    Luke waited for just a moment before dashing out into the rain toward the house. Mud sloshed around his boots, and his parka offered little protection. Tiny droplets of rain fell down his neck and face, but within seconds, he was climbing the stairs of the porch and was under its protection.
    “Make sure you take your boots off and shake the rain off before you come in, Luke!” Meg yelled from inside. Obediently, he slipped his mud covered boots off and placed them to the side. He ran a hand through his hair to get some of the water out. He grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and lifted it up to wipe his face, but it was just as wet and merely added more rain to his already wet face. His shirt and jeans were a lost cause. He should have actually put his jacket on, instead of just draping it over his body. He would just need to sit through breakfast in damp clothes.
    He walked in and took his seat at the table. Jena was already there, having beaten him down to the table. She looked different. Better, if that was even possible.  Her eyes were bright and her cheeks had color. Today she wore a pale green v-neck t-shirt and jeans. Her hair was pulled up into a ponytail that caressed her shoulders when she turned her head. His eyes were drawn to her delicate collarbone, which was now exposed. Around her neck was a thin, silver necklace with a small horseshoe charm. He had never noticed it before today and was mesmerized, watching the light catch and shimmer.
    “Morning, Luke,” Rob said, pulling Luke’s gaze away. He reached and pulled the chair out directly across from Jena. Meg threw him a towel, and he began to dry off his hair and face before taking his seat.
    “Good morning,” Luke answered, while looking at Jena. Their eyes met, and she smiled shyly, before turning her focus back down to her empty plate. Rob and Meg made small talk with each other, and Jena could feel the heat of Luke’s stare. Within minutes, the plates had been filled and the foursome began to eat.
    “Looks