The Stone Sisters: Lyssa (The Stones Sisters Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

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    “Fine.   But not tomorrow.   Sometime soon.”
     
    With that, she started to climb the bleachers.   She went a row higher than everyone else did, and then sat alone.   Grinning and watching her, he made his way up to sit with her.   He loved the way her gray-blue eyes widened as she realized his intent.   Brad and Steven tried to wave him over, but he smiled and shook his head no.   When they saw him sit next to Lyssa, they were grinning ear to ear.   Earlier in the day, the two of them had been going on about how hot she was.   Both of them thought they stood a chance.   But Lyssa wasn’t like other girls.   If she were, she’d be putty in his hands by now.   Instead, she was still holding her own against him and he liked that.   Much as he liked Brad and Steven, she would never go for them.   Or, more like, they’d never want to try to get past that icy armor she wore.
     
    First semester they were given three choices as to what sport to participate in.   Lyssa chose archery, so he did.   She arched a brow at him.   There was a challenge in her gaze and he met it with his own.   So, she could shoot.   Well so could he and he’d show her just how good he was.   She smiled and shook her head.   You are going down , her eyes screamed.
     
    Kyle let out a laugh, which got the coach to call out for him to settle down.   Grinning, he turned his gaze back onto Lyssa and watched her.   Her eyes were glued to the coach, trying her best to ignore him.   Trying being the operative word.   She slid her eyes slowly to him, caught his gaze, blushed and looked away.   Kyle laughed under his breath.   There was something adorable about her.   The way she’d blush under his stare or the way she tried to pretend she didn’t care about anyone.   Because it had to be pretend.   Maybe their parents moved so much that she just never learned how to make friends.   It would make sense.
     
    As they made their way to pick out a bow, he noticed that her arms were muscular.   He wondered if she worked out and how much.   Lyssa pulled out a large longbow, looked it over and nodded.   As she was about to turn away, the coach called out to her.
     
    “Ah, Miss Stone.   That bow has a sixty-pound draw weight.   It’s for some of the stronger boys.”
     
    Lyssa turned to the coach and gave him an indulgent smile.   The coach cocked an eyebrow.   In that moment, she didn’t look like a teenager.   When she spoke, her voice was soft, but carried weight.
     
    “I’m fully aware of the draw weight, sir.   I’ve used sixty pound bows before.”
     
    The coach started over towards her, not buying it.   Lyssa lifted the bow, pointed to where the weight was listed and softly said, “I know what I’m doing, sir.”
     
    First, she strung the bow, which was no small feat.   After that, she drew back the bow to its full extension and held it.   Her draw was steady, her hands not trembling and the coach stopped.   He obviously had no idea what to do with her.
     
    “Miss Stone, you shouldn’t…”
     
    “Let go of the bow string when there is no arrow?   I know.”
     
    Slowly she set the string back before releasing it, “Sir, I promise I know archery.”
     
    “Whatever.   Don’t hit anybody.”
     
    When the coach turned his back, Lyssa rolled her eyes.   When her gaze met his, her pale skin went pink.   Realizing she was caught, and hurried out to the field.   Grabbing his own bow, he followed her and took up position next to Lyssa.   Once again, she pretended not to be aware of him.   Nevertheless, her cheeks were red as were the tips of her ears.
     
    Grabbing an arrow, he drew back his bowstring, aimed and let it fly.   It had been a year since he had been shooting and he was proud of nearly hitting the center ring right out of the gate.   Then he glanced at Lyssa’s target.   Dead center.   Quickly, he flicked his gaze to her and found her looking at him