The Things We Leave Unfinished Read Online Rebecca Yarros

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Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 145574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 728(@200wpm)___ 582(@250wpm)___ 485(@300wpm)
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She drew back.

“You’d be safe,” I promised.

She shook her head, her mouth tightening.

A thought dawned on me. “Georgia, if you don’t want to climb because you’re scared of heights, or you don’t want to scrape up your hands, or you just flat don’t want to, that’s fine.”

“I know that.” Her eyes said she hadn’t known that. What? Like I was going to shove her up the mountain while she begged me not to?

“Right.” My chest ached. “But if you don’t want to climb because you think I’ll drop you, then that’s a whole other matter. I promise you that I will not drop you.” I kept my voice even and low, hoping she’d hear the truth in my words. “I’m really good at this.”

She swallowed, then glanced at the bag. “I barely know you.”

“See? More articles your best friend missed out on. You can run a google search on my climbing history if we’ve got service up here. It’s pretty well documented that I’m an avid climber, and I don’t just mean the easy stuff.”

Her forehead puckered. “I never said you weren’t.”

My stomach lurched. “So it’s not my skill level you’re worried about,” I said slowly.

She averted her gaze and shifted her weight. “You could be a serial killer,” she suggested, sarcasm dripping from her tone as she lifted her hands.

Deflecting. She uses humor to deflect.

“I’m not.”

“You kill off a lot of people in your books. Just saying.” She looked up the rock face, tilting her head back.

“Not through homicide, and now who’s talking about books?”

A smile tugged at her lips.

“Besides, there are three other climbers right there.” I pointed to a group midway up the face. “Pretty sure they’d rat me out if I murdered you in broad daylight.”

She stared at the other climbers silently.

“You’re not going to climb, are you?” I asked quietly.

She shook her head, her lips pursing as she watched the other climbers.

Her refusal stung. It shouldn’t have, and I knew it, but it still did. “Want to hike up the rest of the trail?”

Her head snapped my way in surprise. “You can climb. I’m happy to watch.”

“I didn’t come up here for me.” I’d brought her in hopes that the fresh air would help clear out whatever had taken her down earlier.

She winced. “I’d still hate to make you miss out. Go ahead. I’m fine.” She nodded, plastering on a smile so fake, it was almost comical.

“I’d rather hike with you. Come on.” I nodded back toward the trail and slipped my pack over my shoulders.

“You’re sure?” She narrowed her eyes.

“Absolutely.”

“It’s not you.” She sucked in a breath, then glanced back up at the rock wall. “The last man who promised to keep me safe screwed his lead and dropped me on my ass,” she said softly. “But I’m sure you already know that. Everyone knows that.”

If I’d been the serial killer she’d joked about, Damian Ellsworth would have been my first victim.

“And after today…” She shook her head, the edges of her mouth trembling. “Today just isn’t a good day for the whole trust fall thing. So let’s get going.” She forced another smile, then took off up the trail.

She doesn’t trust you. I swore under my breath as I realized that was the same reason she wouldn’t let me finish the book how I wanted.

It all came down to trust.

I steadied myself before striding after her, cursing at the irony. I’d spent the majority of my life making sure I lived by my word, and now it was being questioned by a woman so jaded even I couldn’t dig out of the hole someone else had dug.

Guess it was good that I was an expert climber.

“So how long are you here for?” she asked as we continued the hike.

“Until I finish the book.” My lungs burned as we pushed up the trail. “And, since my deadline is in two and a half months, I’d guess I’ll be here about that long.”

“What? Really?”

“Really.”

Two little lines appeared between her brows. “So where are you staying?”

“I rented a little place down the road,” I replied, a smug smile quirking at my lips.

“Oh?”

“Yep. It’s called Grantham Cottage.”

She stopped in the middle of the trail, so I turned around and kept walking backward, savoring the surprise and horror on her face. “Like I said, hang up on me now, neighbor.”

The look on her face made the hassle of tracking down a rental entirely worth it.

Chapter Twelve

November 1940

Kirton-in-Lindsey

It was different being surrounded by other Americans now that Jameson was in the 71st Eagle Squadron. Almost like being back home, except they weren’t anywhere near it.

“They’re all so young,” Howard muttered as they watched the new recruits at their first beer call. It was an English tradition he’d been all too glad to keep, seeing as it wasn’t just about the camaraderie. This was where they had it out when disputes needed to be settled.


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