The Impossible Art of Falling (Impossible Art #1) by Sara Fiorenzo Page A
Authors: Sara Fiorenzo
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leaned against it, just waiting. A minute later, a dark horse emerged from the shadows and nickered softly at him.
"Hi there, buddy. Can't sleep? Me neither." He reached into his jacket and pulled something out. The horse immediately went for the apple, and Luke stroked his cheek. The horse leaned in, and she imagined that he was probably closing his eyes, leaning into the touch. The moment was almost too personal, and she felt like an intruder watching him. Suddenly, he turned, as if he knew that he was being watched. Their eyes met. He took a slow step away from the fence and toward her and the house. Panicked, she rose, and he made no further move. As quickly as she could, Jena turned toward the window and crawled back inside, embarrassed to be caught watching.
Luke stood there and watched the curtains flutter, a ghostly reminder of Jena’s disappearing figure. How long had she been there? Had she seen him pacing up and down the driveway? He had been startled awake by the dark nightmares that haunted his sleep. A flash of lights, a scream, and then he would jerk awake, finding himself covered in a cold sweat and breathing hard. On the nights he couldn’t get back to sleep, he often walked around the farm. He went to the horses in the pasture, or played with the cats in the loft. Anything to take his mind off of the dark parts of his life.
After the loss of his sister, Rob and Meg had taken him in and offered him work and a place to stay. He thought about his own reasons for being here and thought again about Jena. He thought of her silence and apathy and his own fears. Perhaps they had more in common than he had thought. After all, everyone had secrets.
Luke shook his head of all thoughts and turned to walk back into the barn. When he crawled back into bed, he thought of the beautiful girl with the sad, troubled eyes. He thought of how she had stood on the roof, looking down at him, and sleep came easily.
chapter 7
J ENA AWOKE TO THE SHUFFLING of boots and the sound of voices, and all she could do was roll back over. Surely, her uncle didn't expect her to get up this early, did he? A few minutes later, a knock at the door startled her awake again.
"Jena, it's time to get up. You need to be downstairs to help out in fifteen minutes!" Rob hollered.
Jena groaned again, as she rolled out of bed. It had taken hours for her to fall asleep last night after watching Luke at the fence with her horse. Her horse. Again, she had felt a sense of possessiveness over him. Rationally, she knew that others handled him. Someone had to feed him and turn him out and groom him if she wasn’t. She had just assumed that it was her uncle. Not the mysterious man who glared at her every chance he got.
It wasn’t just the relationship with her horse that bothered her. She thought about the moment their eyes had met last night. What had he been doing wandering around in the middle of the night? He had taken a step toward her, as if to try to speak. She had panicked and jumped back through the window. A moment later, she heard the sound of the barn door shutting and knew that he was back inside. She pushed thoughts of him out of her mind and began to get ready for her day.
Jena threw on a pair of jeans and a tank top, then went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and hair. She avoided looking in the mirror, as usual. She knew there would be dark circles underneath her sad, dull eyes, and a face that no longer smiled. She didn’t need to see her reflection to know that she had lost weight, too. Turning away, she tossed her hair up in a messy knot at the nape of her neck and walked down the hallway. The sound of his voice halted her at the foot of the stairs. She had nearly forgotten that he would be at breakfast with them. How would he handle what she had seen last night? Would he say something to her aunt and uncle? Perhaps they would be angry if they found out
"Hi there, buddy. Can't sleep? Me neither." He reached into his jacket and pulled something out. The horse immediately went for the apple, and Luke stroked his cheek. The horse leaned in, and she imagined that he was probably closing his eyes, leaning into the touch. The moment was almost too personal, and she felt like an intruder watching him. Suddenly, he turned, as if he knew that he was being watched. Their eyes met. He took a slow step away from the fence and toward her and the house. Panicked, she rose, and he made no further move. As quickly as she could, Jena turned toward the window and crawled back inside, embarrassed to be caught watching.
Luke stood there and watched the curtains flutter, a ghostly reminder of Jena’s disappearing figure. How long had she been there? Had she seen him pacing up and down the driveway? He had been startled awake by the dark nightmares that haunted his sleep. A flash of lights, a scream, and then he would jerk awake, finding himself covered in a cold sweat and breathing hard. On the nights he couldn’t get back to sleep, he often walked around the farm. He went to the horses in the pasture, or played with the cats in the loft. Anything to take his mind off of the dark parts of his life.
After the loss of his sister, Rob and Meg had taken him in and offered him work and a place to stay. He thought about his own reasons for being here and thought again about Jena. He thought of her silence and apathy and his own fears. Perhaps they had more in common than he had thought. After all, everyone had secrets.
Luke shook his head of all thoughts and turned to walk back into the barn. When he crawled back into bed, he thought of the beautiful girl with the sad, troubled eyes. He thought of how she had stood on the roof, looking down at him, and sleep came easily.
chapter 7
J ENA AWOKE TO THE SHUFFLING of boots and the sound of voices, and all she could do was roll back over. Surely, her uncle didn't expect her to get up this early, did he? A few minutes later, a knock at the door startled her awake again.
"Jena, it's time to get up. You need to be downstairs to help out in fifteen minutes!" Rob hollered.
Jena groaned again, as she rolled out of bed. It had taken hours for her to fall asleep last night after watching Luke at the fence with her horse. Her horse. Again, she had felt a sense of possessiveness over him. Rationally, she knew that others handled him. Someone had to feed him and turn him out and groom him if she wasn’t. She had just assumed that it was her uncle. Not the mysterious man who glared at her every chance he got.
It wasn’t just the relationship with her horse that bothered her. She thought about the moment their eyes had met last night. What had he been doing wandering around in the middle of the night? He had taken a step toward her, as if to try to speak. She had panicked and jumped back through the window. A moment later, she heard the sound of the barn door shutting and knew that he was back inside. She pushed thoughts of him out of her mind and began to get ready for her day.
Jena threw on a pair of jeans and a tank top, then went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and hair. She avoided looking in the mirror, as usual. She knew there would be dark circles underneath her sad, dull eyes, and a face that no longer smiled. She didn’t need to see her reflection to know that she had lost weight, too. Turning away, she tossed her hair up in a messy knot at the nape of her neck and walked down the hallway. The sound of his voice halted her at the foot of the stairs. She had nearly forgotten that he would be at breakfast with them. How would he handle what she had seen last night? Would he say something to her aunt and uncle? Perhaps they would be angry if they found out
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