Gavin: Pure Passion (Hamptons Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page A

have a recording studio there, and a gym . . . But I haven’t been back to Orlando in ages.”
    “You’re from Florida?” I ask, my curiosity getting the better of me.
    “Yup.”
    “What’s it like there? Is it true that the sun shines all year?”
    “It rains sometimes, too, but it’s usually warm.”
    “It must be beautiful.”
    “Very. Sometimes I really get homesick, and it gets me down. Then I wish I was in the house where I grew up, sitting on the comfy sofa by the fireplace, where there’s almost never a fire because it’s Florida,” he says, lost in the thought.
    I frown, because the way he describes sitting in front of the fireplace is exactly the way I imagine my perfect free evening.
    “Sounds corny, doesn’t it?”
    I shake my head. “Definitely not. It sounds like an ideal way to relax. Except I could only sit in front of the fireplace at my parents’ house, because I don’t have one in my apartment.”
    “So why don’t you still live with your parents?” he asks.
    “Because otherwise I would have a very long drive every day, and my car wouldn’t manage it. It’s an old scrap heap,” I say, laughing.
    “Where do they live?”
    “In the Hamptons.”
    Gavin’s deep-green eyes with gold flecks start to shine. I think I could lose myself in them. “Then you aren’t so far away from me.”
    “That’s true, but I’m not there very often.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because I’m either practicing or working. I’d hoped to get a part in the dance show, but since that didn’t work out, I have to look for a summer job so I can pay my rent,” I explain a little more quietly, because it makes me uncomfortable to admit it.
    “Why weren’t you asked to be on the show again?”
    “No idea. Really none. Sometimes they like to exchange the dancers to bring in a little variety. I’m a stand-in, and I’m in the ensemble for the opening show.”
    “So if someone gets sick or hurt, you would take over?” he asks.
    “Yes, but they’re all so professional, it almost never happens. I guess I’ll probably just dance in the ensemble this year, but that’s not so bad. And directly after the show there are two contests I have to dance in.”
    Gavin looks thoughtful. He just nods and looks at his wine. “I’d prefer to dance with you instead of Julie.”
    “How about if you dance with me every time we meet, if you aren’t too sore from practicing?” I suggest. Oh, God, what’s gotten into me? my conscience complains. It must be the wine talking. I’m not usually so direct.
    “I’ll take you up on it. When we danced it was a lot of fun and didn’t seem as forced as it does with Julie,” he says with a sigh. “Is it easy to tell that I don’t like her?”
    I grin at him mischievously. “A little.”
    “Dammit!” he blurts out, and takes a swallow of his wine.
    I do the same, except I empty my glass.
    “Thirsty?” Gavin asks with an eyebrow raised.
    “You could say so,” I respond, holding a hand in front of my mouth to keep myself from burping out loud. Why does wine make me burp? I think I’m the only person in the world who can bellow like a moose after drinking noncarbonated drinks.
    He refills my glass, and I watch with wide eyes. If I drink this one, I won’t even be able to ride my bike home. “You can take a taxi home, and I’ll bring you your bike tomorrow,” he says, as though he was reading my mind.
    I look into his eyes. “Yeah, I think that’s a good idea.”
    He refills his own glass, too, but he doesn’t drink from it. “You should write down your address for me.”
    “I’ll probably be at the dance school tomorrow afternoon. You can bring it there.”
    “I’ll be there tomorrow, too, all day. I’ll come see you, and give it to you when you’re done. Is that a deal?”
    “Yeah.” I smile. The alcohol is making me feel unusually warm. I’m starting to sweat, so I take off my jacket and put it on the bench next to me. I feel Gavin’s eyes on me