The Effects of Falling (The Weight of Rain Duet Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

realized what was right for her was more important.
    Now, we share a friendship that, regardless of our eight-year-age difference, is both easy and fulfilling. I forgot how much I missed having someone around who I could talk to about things like art, fashion, and the occasional Hollywood gossip because even I sometimes get sucked into it.
    Going to get coffee or lunch with Kash can be a scene. Even when people don’t recognize who he is, they often look his way. He exudes a level of confidence and masculinity that alerts every female within a two-mile radius. And with knowing countless people in Portland, we almost always run into at least one person who wants to talk to him.
    With Lo, it’s only us. A reprieve from an audience, from watching girls flirt and smile, and from wishing one of us were brave enough to admit our true feelings.
     

 
    “ G OD, IT’S COLD ,” Lo remarks with a full body shiver as she focuses on where the guys are receiving their final touches before the shoot begins.
    “It’s freezing,” I confirm, as I watch with equally rapt attention while the makeup crew finishes, and parts from King, Kash, and Tommy. Most of their minimal makeup was applied inside, but they ended up needing some touch ups when their cheeks quickly turned a less attractive shade of red, and the lead photographer said it made them appear less masculine.
    Raising my camera so I can look through the lens, I adjust a few settings for the brightness of the snow and take a few practice shots as the guys head over to a fallen tree that has had the limbs sawed off. Even without the boughs, the surface makes my heart accelerate. The bark already promises to be a difficult surface with its roughness, but in addition the trunk is marred with large pits and gashes.
    “Do you miss being on the opposite end of the lens?” I loathe this question from absolutely everyone, but even more so when it comes from Spencer. How many times can someone ask the same question? For a while I worked to generate a new response to see if he’d catch on. He didn’t, of course, because he took the opportunity to stare at my chest when I would reply. Out here with my subzero winter coat, there’s hardly even a curve to reveal my lady bumps, and still, he’s staring. Clearing my throat doesn’t even make him flinch. If he wasn’t one of the best producers in the business, I would make an effort to convince Kash to fire him.
    “You must be Lo.” He redirects his attention over my shoulder. “I’m Spencer. It’s nice to meet you.”
    “You as well.” She isn’t yet aware that he’s a perv. Instead, it’s her usual nerves about meeting someone new that has her greeting him with a tight-lipped smile.
    “Let’s move closer, so I can change lenses.” I make the excuse while taking Lo’s arm and directing her away from Spencer and closer to the danger-riddled tree.
    “Kash, you want to test it out a few times?” someone yells from behind us.
    That’s all Kash needs before he sets out across the trunk, his face down so he can best study the surface. His bike bumps and weaves unsteadily, but his hands remain loose, his shoulders stable. If he’s nervous at all, I can’t pick up even the slightest trace of it. He approaches the end, which has been sawed off to keep the log from bowing, and without warning, he kicks off, raising the bike to his left side with a small trick that has him falling deep into powder. The whoop he releases is nearly instantaneous, followed by his laughter and cheers from King and Tommy.
    “That was sick! I didn’t think he’d have enough speed,” Parker says from beside me, his bike leaning against him so he can shout another cheer with both hands cupped around his mouth.
    Parker lifts his bike and trudges through the snow as Kash stands and moves so that Tommy can go.
    I’ve watched Tommy plenty of times, but it’s been years. He’s narrower than the other three, spindlier, almost scrawny, like many other