Impossible Love: An Unforeseen Destiny Novel Book One by Kimberly Readnour Page A

fist. “You know I despise that place. Why’d you even ask me to go?”
    And there it is. “We haven’t been there for a while‌…‌I’d thought we’d check out the happenings,” I say, shrugging, trying to downplay the real reason. He can’t know my true intentions. Not yet, anyway.
    “We know what’s happening‌…‌nothing. All the bars will be filled with haoles’.” As if Kamp’s cringe-worthy whine isn’t enough, he emphasizes each word by waving his hands. “And none of our friends will be there.”
    “I’m not looking to hang with friends tonight.” I give him a sideways glance. Maybe if I plead, he’ll cave. Kamp’s too good of a friend not to. “Just go with it, please . I need to escape Bethany.”
    “Finally! But why? I don’t understand. You were just with her two nights ago, and I didn’t hear you complaining.”
    “I know, but I need a break. She’s getting‌…‌clingy.” I shudder and wrinkle my face. “She asked to come over to my house that night.”
    That’s a small lie. Beth just asked her place or mine, but she, along with everyone else, knows I don’t bring girls to my house. Ever. And in all honesty, her asking does bother me.
    Kamp throws his arms up in defeat and reclines back. “Fine, but why Princeville? Nobody will be there.”
    “Exactly,” I say, shutting down the conversation.
    Kamp lets out a grunt and mumbles, “If we’re trekking all the way to the North Shore, we’re at least listening to what I like.”
    Kamp digs around my console and finds an indie rock band with a post-punk revival sound. He shoves it in the CD player, and the beats immediately fill the car. I continue to Princeville. Although, I don’t know why the hell I’m going, and part of me agrees with Kamp that it will be a complete waste of time. But damn, I can’t get Kayla out of my mind‌—‌especially after seeing her. Even so, the chances are slim that she’ll be in some random bar. I can’t help it, though. And this compulsive need to drive across the island in hopes to see her is crazy. Stalker-ish even. Shit, I’m a fucking stalker . I take a calming breath and remind myself that I have her mom’s number and the address of where they’re staying‌—‌courtesy from the forms at work‌—‌and I’m not going to use the information. So yeah, not a total creeper.
    I grip the steering wheel tighter and glance at Kamp. He’s laid back jamming to the tunes. I relax somewhat, but wonder what the hell is wrong with me. Kayla is just another tourist, one of which I’ve seen plenty of throughout my twenty-four years. Over ninety-five thousand people filter to the island every month. That’s over one million people a year. So why the fuck am I hung up on this one girl who’s not even my type?
    Regardless, when Kamp bumped into her earlier today and used his stupid-ass cheesy line, I wanted to knock him to the ground. I’m not sure why I went all alpha-male wanting to stake a claim. But the thought of them together burned deep inside. And how did I handle it? By glaring.
    Fuck
    It was obvious I caught Kayla off guard. Her big deer-in-the-headlight stare gave her away. She recovered with a half-smile. And my response was a glare? What the hell is wrong with me? I think the ocean swallowed my smoothness from the wipe-out I took minutes before seeing her.
    By the time I got my shit together to respond, Kayla had turned back to her mom, and I watched her long, brown hair sashay across her back as she walked away. Perhaps shy girls are my new thing.
    One thing’s for sure. I may have handled the situation poorly, but I thank God Kayla’s smart enough to see through Kamp’s line of shit.
    I glimpse at the time on the dashboard and cringe. Seven-thirty is a little early, and Kayla doesn’t appear to be a partying-type girl. There’s a slim chance at best she’ll even be there. So why am I wasting my time? I have no fucking clue.

Chapter Eleven
    Kayla~
     
     
    Despite