So today I introduced to you the last of the major players in SHUT OUT. Today, I bring you, Cash.
So Cash Sterling . . . He's attractive, he's sweet, and he's a soccer player - which means he's Randy's mortal enemy. The trouble is, Lissa has a little history with Cash that makes things . . . well, complicated. But we'll get to that later. First, I'd like you to meet Mr. Sterling.
One minute I was clearing off my tray and returning it to the rack, thinking of how quiet the library would be, and the next I’d spun around—without checking behind me, of course—and slammed into something hard. For a second I was totally dazed, the top of my head pounding from the impact with something very solid. When my senses came back, I realized that the thing my head had hit was Cash’s chin, and the only reason I was still standing was because one of his arms had wrapped quickly around my waist, keeping me from falling backward into the trash cans.
I knew it was him without even looking up. I blushed, embarrassed by the way I knew his scent. Hating that I remembered.
“You okay?” he asked in his bass voice.
I pulled away from him, hurriedly putting a few feet of space between us. “I’m fine.”
Cash was still rubbing his chin where we’d collided. “Sorry. I didn’t even see you.”
“It’s no big deal,” I told him, pretending I didn’t care if he noticed me or not. “But you shouldn’t stand so close behind people. Maybe remember personal bubbles next time or . . . or something.”
He shook his head, half laughing, and ran a hand over his buzzed brown hair. “Personal bubbles, huh?”
I almost laughed, too. Wow, that really had sounded lame. But I forced myself to keep a straight face, to stay cool and aloof. Cash Sterling would not make me smile. I wouldn’t let him.
“Yes,” I said stiffly. “It’s, like, a three-foot radius for most people.”
He smiled, his green eyes crinkling at the corners. “Would it surprise you if I mentioned that I barely passed geometry?”
“Oh,” I said. “Well, a radius is the distance from any part of a circle’s perimeter to the direct center of the circle. It’s half the diameter. So if a circle is six feet across the middle, the radius is three feet and . . .” And I was rambling. I shifted my feet and took a breath. “And I got an A in geometry.”
“I’m not surprised,” he said. “Seems like I should have hired you as a tutor, huh?”
“I doubt even I could have saved you if radii are beyond your comprehension.” The joke slipped out before I realized it.
“True,” he said, stepping a little closer to me. “But if I’d been smart enough to hire you, maybe I would have been smart enough to learn the material.”
I was fighting off a smile when I saw Randy coming up behind Cash. That killed the smile. And in a weird way, I was grateful. It made me uncomfortable to be so comfortable around Cash.
Cash, Cash, Cash . . . Oh, man, I kind of adore him. And here's a teaser of his role in the Shut Out book trailer!
Vania from VLC Photo and I will be tweeting more Cash teasers throughout the day, and we'll also be giving away a signed print, like we have the last few days. All you have to do is tweet @VLC_Photo and me (@Kody_Keplinger) using the #ShutOutTrailer hashtag and tell us your favorite literary love interest! (Mine is Mr. Darcy!)
And, just a heads up, tomorrow we won't be doing just a photo teaser - tomorrow we're doing the reveal of a secret scene.
That's all I'll say for now, but let's just say it (and the excerpt that go with it) are pretty hot. So stay tuned!