Her T-shirt had a husky on it, so Washington. She looked familiar, and Jamie cycled through the past few days. Otherwise her plan might have failed before she even left the room.Īs she bypassed the elevator and reached the stairwell door, she caught sight of a girl in a purple T-shirt and faded jeans in the vending alcove on the opposite side of the corridor. At least her mother hadn’t noticed she was overdressed for a one-block stroll. She jogged down the hotel hallway, tying her sweatshirt around her waist as she went. They would have been home tonight, too, if Jamie’s mom hadn’t scheduled a meeting at a gallery in San Diego the following morning. Her own team had piled into SUVs and Subaru wagons shortly after their last game and started north up the five, headed back to the Bay Area. Only a few teams remained, mostly ones with early flights the following morning. The act was sometimes difficult to maintain, especially on a night like tonight-the last night of the tournament. And come straight back.Īs she ducked into the corridor, Jamie released a long breath. Her mom hesitated, glancing toward the sunlit window at the opposite end of the hotel room before returning her gaze to Jamie’s. 7-Eleven is a block away, and I have my phone. Seriously? Jamie offered what she hoped was a neutral look. She ran a hand over her hair, still damp from the shower. The doorknob rattled and her mother poked her head out. I’ll be right back, Jamie called through the closed bathroom door. But that's how most friendships begin, isn't it? With a smile and a nod and the courage to ask, "Do you maybe, possibly, want to come with me?" Read more Neither girl suspects that this first last night together will form the basis of a bond that will last across years and miles, from SoCal soccer fields and New York hotels to Portuguese beaches and the streets of Vancouver. She goes because, as the daughter of a surgeon and a nurse, she has a genetic predisposition to try to heal people.
When Jamie invites her to sneak out on the last night of Surf Cup, Emma doesn't go because she likes Jamie's smile. And it isn't that she expects to ever get the chance to kiss Emma. When she meets Emma Blakeley at a tournament in Southern California, something about the older girl draws her in. Sometimes a chance meeting can change everything.Īt fifteen, Jamie Maxwell's main goals in life are to make the United States youth national soccer pool, move past the Incident-That-Shall-Not-Be-Named, and maybe-someday-kiss a girl.
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