It's release day for A REASON TO BREATHE, Book 20 in The Friessens series!
Everyone knows the first time you meet that special someone: Your eyes connect from across the room, and you smile and work up the courage to say hello. It’s a simple feat for most people, but not for Trevor Friessen, who struggles to fit into this world and thinks he always will—that is, until he meets a girl who is as different from him as she is the same.
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“You’re bossy.” He muttered under his breath as he stood beside Katy in line. They were behind a lady in stripes and jeans that were green instead of blue and pulled at the seams. They were way too tight, he thought, and she was impatient as they waited to use the bank machine.
Katy pulled her gaze to him and stared at him. Her eyes were blue, and she pulled her brows together, causing wrinkles to form at the bridge of her nose.
“You shouldn’t do that.” He reached up and touched the wrinkles to smooth them, and she made a face and swatted his hand away.
“Okay, that’s it, Trevor. Get your hands down and leave my wrinkles alone. They’re mine, not yours, and stop complaining. You’ve been getting away with not having to talk or having your too-rigid routine shaken up by doing something different instead of the same old. Who cares if we drive a different way or go to the bank first before you go to work? You need to be open and flexible enough to go with it…”
The lady in front of them moved forward, and he put his hand on Katy’s elbow and moved her up even though she was still talking. One more person gone. They were almost there. An old lady with white hair and wrinkles was hunched over at the machine, her hand shaking as she tried to press the buttons. He wished she’d hurry up, because he needed to get to work, to sort the bags, to package the cookies.
Katy tapped his shoulder. “Trevor, I’m over here. Pay attention to me and what I’m saying. Besides, you didn’t answer me.” She was holding that baggy purse with the fringes, and he wanted to reach over and straighten them.
“About what?” This was taking too long. He was going to be late for work.
“See? You weren’t listening again. I can always tell. I asked you if you’ve ever had lunch with any of your coworkers and if you know anything about them—”