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A heart-wrenching, coming-of-age romance from USA Today &Wall Street Journal bestselling author Jewel E. Ann.
He was supposed to be a weekend fling, not her high school guidance counselor.
When free-spirited, eighteen-year-old Henna Lane meets Bodhi at a music festival, they fall hard and fast. However, Bodhi is forced to leave without a goodbye, and Henna thinks she’ll never get over him.
Until—she meets Mr. Bodhi Malone on her first day of school.
Their forbidden love makes them reckless, and their secret is discovered. Bodhi could lose the job he needs to care for his sick father. So Henna makes the heartbreaking decision to drop out of school, put distance between them, and chase her dreams of being a nomad.
But when she returns, everything has changed, and Henna’s forced to make the hardest decision of her life. When she does, will Bodhi forgive her?
Chapter One Look Inside
Chapter One Look Inside
“Don’t sweat it. Everything is temporary.
I stare at the words on my thoroughly dented metal water bottle as I wait for my dad in the crowded, three-star hotel lobby filled with music enthusiasts. This will be the most epic three days I’ve ever had with my dad, and we’ve had a lot.
“Where are you?” I answer my phone, picking at the frayed hem to my high-waisted cutoffs accompanying my red crop top and tons of beaded bracelets, necklaces, and dangly earrings.
“Sweetheart, I’m still at home. I think I ate some bad sushi last night, and since then I’ve been praying to the porcelain god. I’m afraid I can’t go. Can you still get back home? Has the plane left?”
“Wait. What? You’re not coming?” His home in Oceanside, California is only a two-and-a-half-hour drive to our hotel in Indio. He has to make it.
“Henna, I’m drenched from a cold sweat, painful stomach cramps have crippled me, and I’m not sure I can make it to the bathroom without shitting my pants, let alone spend hours in the car. I’m so incredibly sorry.”
“Oh, Dad … I’m sorry. That’s awful.” And gross. I drop down onto a chair that a gentleman vacated when his wife arrived with their key cards.
“Next year. I promise. No sushi.” He tries to laugh, but all I can hear is the physical strain and weakness in his voice.
“I’ll fly you out in a week or two, and we’ll do something else before school ends. Then we’ll have two weeks on the beach together this summer.”
I nod to myself, biting on my gray painted thumbnail to channel my disappointment into something more sympathetic. “That’s fine. I’ll send you video and some photos.”
“Henna, you have to go back to Colorado. You can’t be at Coachella alone. It’s not safe for a young girl like you to be there without a chaperone.”
“Dad, I’m an adult. It’s a music festival. I’ll be fine.”
“You’re eighteen. That’s not really an adult.”
“I’ll be smart.”
“Still. The answer is no.”
“Mom sent …” I stop myself. General Mitchell Lane is not as free-spirited as the mother of his child. Something tells me that the stock of condoms my mom sent with me is not going to comfort him.
“Mom sent what? A bodyguard?”
“Not exactly.” I wrinkle my nose.
“Then get back on that plane and go home. Okay?”
I shake my head. It’s Coachella. The lineup is so sick. I could die just thinking about it. There’s no way in hell I am going back home before the weekend is over. “Okay. I’ll go home.”
In three days.
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