It Will Always Be You (You Series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

year, and you would have thought she walked in on a crime scene, although she did try hard to pretend to like it. After my mom had started changing things back, it became obvious that it drove her crazy, so we switched it back.
    “Oh, crap, Rose. I totally forgot. I had one hell of a day yesterday and stayed out a little too late last night with Krystal and a few of her friends.”
    “What am I then, chopped liver?” Rose laughs like she often does. She gets her easygoing attitude from our father, which is why she has become such an adored second-grade teacher. I have always envied the two of them for their temperament.
    “I wouldn’t say
chopped liver
. More like a redheaded stepchild.” When Rose and I were kids, I often told her she was adopted, even though we are identical twins. Her hair is lighter than mine, often passing as blond instead of red.
    We both laugh.
    “Oh, crap, it’s ten already.” I hadn’t even noticed my clock when I reached for my water glass. I rarely ever sleep past seven, even when I work the night shift. “Can I grab a quick workout and a shower first?”
    “You? Quick?” She chuckles.
    “I have to pick up my car at the Brewhouse. Krystal is dropping me off on her way to work within the hour, and then I plan to run Lakeside Trail.”
    “All right. I’ll pick you up at one.”
    I toss my phone onto the bed and begin putting the disheveled mess spilling from my purse back into its orderly fashion. The balled-up napkin with the band name Peter recommended makes me wonder what music Marshall listens to, if he sings to his favorite songs, if he dances, and what it would feel like up against his body, swaying to the same rhythm, his hands pulling me in close.
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    My eyes closed tightly, face tilted up to capture the sun’s warmth, I inhale a deep breath of the cool lake breeze as it dances off the vast body of water before me. The waves crash up on the rocks in a peaceful rhythm, willing me to sway slightly, mimicking their song. Lakeside Trail was peaceful today and my run invigorating. Thankfully, I’m left with enough time to perch upon my favorite rock along the lake’s shore and daydream. I welcome the coolness of the rock upon the backs of my legs as I sit cross-legged, mindlessly swaying to the lake’s harmony.
    A shadow falls upon me. Startled, I open my eyes and gaze up toward the statue standing to the right of me. I can only see a silhouette since the sun is to its back.
    “Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.” It’s a man’s voice.
    I raise my hand to shield my eyes, but I still can’t make out who it is.
    “What a beautiful day for a run.” From his heavy breathing, I can tell he has also been running.
    I shift in my cross-legged position on the rock, still trying to catch a glimpse of the man standing next to me. “Can’t beat it,” I say.
    “Of all the cities I’ve visited, this is one of my favorite places to run.” His voice seems vaguely familiar.
    “It’s great, unless the breeze blows in the wrong direction, and you get a nose full of the paper mill, which can ruin a good run.”
    He laughs. “I suppose it can.” He takes a few steps forward.
    I gasp quietly. It’s Marshall Roderick.
    I sit up a bit taller, inhaling a deep breath through my nose, and direct my eyes back to the lake.
Come on, Elizabeth, don’t make a fool of yourself again.
    “You mind if I have a seat?”
    I release the breath I’ve been holding. “Of course, by all means.” I direct my hands to the other side of the rock for him to sit, realizing then I have invited him to sit right next to me even though there are hundreds of other rocks. I feel my face begin to flush. I’m jolted with an awareness that I am going to be sitting uncomfortably close to Marshall Roderick and that I have been sweating like a beast.
    He’s wearing black running shorts with two white stripes down the sides and a pale gray sleeveless shirt, although little of it is pale gray anymore; most of