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

even for us.
    Maybe my hormones are on high alert because, until today, I haven’t seen Kash since I left the Knight residence ten days ago. It began coincidentally. Parker caught strep throat, and King banned him from the house and shop because he didn’t want to get sick before Lo got home.
    Then, Kash flew down to California to do a couple of endorsement deals. Normally, I attend events like that to take pictures for his fan blog, help out with styling him, and just hang out because ad campaigns can be boring as all hell. It’s a game of hurry-up-and-wait. You wait for the natural light to be right, and the sun doesn’t hurry for anyone. You hurry to meet everyone’s schedules, for weather, for endless breaks. You’re always waiting for something or someone. In addition, shoots are taken way too seriously, and then they turn on the cameras and want you to relax and act like you’re having fun when all you really want to do is borrow a nail file, so you can put yourself out of misery.
    But I had scheduled to shoot King the weekend before that event in California was scheduled, so I had an easy excuse. Getting King not to cancel on me was the tricky part. I had to dust off and try on my grown-up voice as I told him he needed to do them if he wanted to be taken seriously and show people he was back after the injuries he’d endured at the beginning of summer.
    “How will you have any traction?” Lo verbalizes one of my many concerns, interrupting my thoughts of the photo shoot I did with King that she attended so that she could make some quick outlines for sketches of her favorite muse—King.
    One of the things I really like about Lo is the fact she keeps her mushy feelings mostly to herself, but they’re very apparent within the pages of her sketchbook.
    King moves his attention from the window to Lo, his eyes and lips softening with adoration. He’s not as good at hiding his affections. I’m still working to remind myself I’m happy about this since I’ve never seen him have a reaction of this sort.
    “There won’t be much,” he explains. “We put on new tires that will work better in this weather, but bikes aren’t really made for this.”
    “Are you worried?” she asks.
    “Nah, we’ve done this before. It will be shits and giggles out there. When you lose traction, your reaction time has to be swift. So, you’re not actually thinking while riding in this kind of condition. You have to allow your reflexes to take over and your body to ride like it knows how to.” Parker’s explanation couldn’t have been better.
    We used to have a blast when we found a new challenge. Adrenaline highs were what we chased as we followed our dreams.
    Now though, I feel my lungs tightening, fighting for any semblance of calmness. Over the past eleven years I have looked to Kash whenever my nerves stir with unease—something I can likely count on one hand since few things rock me. Still, the gesture feels as normal and necessary as breathing. Instead, I force my attention to remain on Lo. She’s rubbing the knuckle of her middle finger with the pad of her thumb. A few months ago, I realized it is something she does when she’s battling her own nerves.
    “So, will the others be staying up here with us?” This is Lo, and this is why I have grown to like her so damn much. She understands that we need this release. If she were to try to meddle with reason and logic, it would only fuel our fires that feed off the energy we receive from riding.
    Her question makes King’s hand tighten around her own, and his lips curve into a smile. However, it makes my heart sink for reasons I can’t even begin to fathom.
    “Not the whole time. Just tonight and maybe tomorrow, depending on how things go,” Kash answers.
    Again, I don’t turn to face him.
    “I’m going to whitewash the hell out of Tommy Chapman. He’s going to be seeing snow when he closes his eyes tonight.” Parker smiles broadly. Sitting back against his