IT WAS ALWAYS YOU
IT WAS ALWAYS YOU
Erika Kelly
Contents
Praise for The Calamity Falls series
Titles by Erika Kelly
Acknowledgments
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Epilogue
Can’t Help Falling in Love
About the Author
Praise for The Calamity Falls series
KEEP ON LOVING YOU
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"I adored this book! It is exactly what I love in a second-chance romance. The characters are so vibrant and real, I was rooting for them with every page." —USA Today Bestseller Devney Perry
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“KEEP ON LOVING YOU is such a fun and sexy second-chance romance that I didn’t want it to end. Their connection is a swoony blend of tender first love and sizzling heat, and Erika Kelly delivers a highly entertaining and sigh-worthy romance that shouldn’t be missed.”
—Mary Dube, USA Today
WE BELONG TOGETHER
“I loved every sweet, heart-wrenching, crazy, mixed-up minute of this book. It was an emotional journey from the first chapter to the last. This is Erika Kelly at her best, and this is a not-to-be-missed book!” —Sharon Slick Reads, Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews
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“Erika Kelly damn near pulled my heart from my chest with Delilah and Will’s story. It’s so well-written that you feel everything. My heart got tugged so hard! I honestly cried at a few moments in the book. I fell all the way in love with “Wooby.” It’s hard not to, really.” —Ree Cee’s Books
THE VERY THOUGHT OF YOU
“Wow, THE VERY THOUGHT OF YOU was simply OUTSTANDING! This second chance, friends to lovers romance is enchanting and entertaining.” —Spellbound Stories
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“I just finished this story, and I want to start all over again. Or maybe at the start of series. To once again feel the events, the emotions, that brought these amazing characters together. To hear the banter and the arguments, the sorrow, the loss and the happiness that brought a family together and closer.” —Nerdy, Dirty, and Flirty
JUST THE WAY YOU ARE
"An alpha cowboy and a smart, sassy princess collide in JUST THE WAY YOU ARE in Erika Kelly's latest, and it was fabulous! I was cheering for Brodie and Rosalina with every page. If you love stories with heart, steam, and plenty of swoon, don't miss this one!" —USA Today Bestselling Author J.H. Croix
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"With the Calamity Falls series, Kelly doesn't shy away from charming. She captivates with delectable characters that wrap themselves around a heart. From the first hello to the final goodbye, Rosalina and Brodie are a match made out of the unpredictable, but the sweetest kind of heaven. JUST THE WAY YOU ARE is the perfect example of why I am hooked on this series. SWOONWORTHY READ!" —Hopeless Romantic Book Reviews
IT WAS ALWAYS YOU
“This book was full of every emotion you could ever feel. Gigi and Cassian proved you can conquer anything with true love.” —Cat’s Guilty Pleasure
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“I could not put this book down! Erika Kelly always delivers a great love story and never disappoints! I recommend this book for romance lovers looking to get lost in a great love story.” —Reading in Pajamas
CAN’T HELP FALLING IN LOVE
“I love everything about this emotional and sexy, second chance story. Erika Kelly writes a story that makes me feel like I’m right there with the two main characters, Beckett and Coco. It is a slow burn, passionate story with lots of underlying tension. I not only enjoyed this story, but I found it impossible to put down.” —Cocktails and Books
Titles by Erika Kelly
The Calamity Falls series
KEEP ON LOVING YOU
WE BELONG TOGETHER
THE VERY THOUGHT OF YOU
JUST THE WAY YOU ARE
IT WAS ALWAYS YOU
CAN’T HELP FALLING IN LOVE
COME AWAY WITH ME
WHOLE LOTTA LOVE
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Rock Star Romance series
YOU REALLY GOT ME
I WANT YOU TO WANT ME
TAKE ME HOME TONIGHT
MORE THAN A FEELING
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Wild Love series
MINE FOR NOW
MINE FOR THE WEEK
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IT WAS ALWAYS YOU
Erika Kelly
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ISBN-13: 978-0-9985177-8-0
Copyright 2020 EK Publishing, LLC
All rights reserved
This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission.
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are used fictitiously or are a product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Cover design by Melissa Panio-Petersen
Formatting by Serendipity Formatting
Editing by Kristy deBoer
This book is dedicated to Amy Patrick, the kindest, most generous person I know. I’m lucky to call you my friend.
Acknowledgments
To Superman: thank you for loving me, making me laugh, and listening to my stories every single day of my life.
To Sharon: thank you for believing in me so fiercely.
To Kristy deBoer: thank you for always making my books better.
To Melissa: I am so grateful for everything you do, especially keeping me calm!
To Erica: thank you for always being there for me and for your bottomless well of patience.
To the romance writing community: I couldn’t do this without the bloggers and reviewers like Obsessed with Romance, Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews, About that Story, Reading in Pajamas, Zoe Forward, Shirin’s Book Blog and Reviews, Reads and Reviews, and Isha Coleman—to name just a few; and my friends in writer groups like the Dreamweavers, the DND Authors, Indie AF, and my Plotstormer girls.
Chapter One
DECEMBER, SENIOR YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL
Cassian Ellis’s phone rattled in the cupholder. One hand gripping the steering wheel, he nabbed it and swiped his thumb across the screen.
Brennan: She’s down for it.
Anxiety burst in his chest. Propping his knee to control the wheel, he shot back a text.
Cassian: Leave her alone. I’m serious.
Nobody touched Gigi Cavanaugh.
Nobody.
His eyes flicked back to the road just in time to spot the coyote in front of his truck. Slamming on the brake, he jolted forward, tires squealing as he came to a stop a foot in front of the terrified animal. Headlights gleamed in its stunned eyes.
“Dammit.” Heart thundering, he tossed his phone onto the passenger seat.
He’d almost killed an animal.
He never texted while driving. Never. You’re losing your shit.
He’d been away from Gigi all week, and he couldn’t stand it.
She’s not my girlfriend.
She’ll never be my girlfriend.
He knew that, but still. The idea that Brennan—that any of his teammates—would try to hook up with her made him crazy.
But that’s not fair.
I can’t have her—but they can.
He honked, and the coyote bolted into the sagebrush meadow. Accelerating, he turned down Blossom Road to find cars parked haphazardly all over the snow-crusted cul-de-sac. Impatient to see her, he drove his truck up the side of a hill, jammed on the emergency brake, and jumped out.
Damn, it’s cold. His breath came out in quick, white puffs.
He jogged toward the house, snow crunching under his feet. Bass from the loud music shattered the brittle air.
The moment he opened the door, the noise and heat hit him. The place was crawling with people. It looked like everyone in his senior class had shown up.
“Dude.” A teammate saw him and rushed over. Others followed, surrounding him. Jesus, not now. Someone shoved a plastic cup of beer at him, but Cassian waved it off, too focused on getting to Gigi.
“Congratulations, dude,” a girl said.
“Monumental achievement,” one of the guys said.
“Come on.” One of the team’s wide receivers tried to drag him deeper into the room. “Shots to celebrate.”
“Hang on.” Something about his tone caused their smiles to freeze. “I’ll catch up with you in a minute.” He shoved out of the circle.
Where is she? He was so amped, he felt like he could hurl his truck off a ravine.
What if she’d had too much to drink, and Brennan took advantage of that?
Okay, first of all, Gigi wouldn’t let anyone take advantage of her. But, secondly, Brennan wasn’t a bad guy.
That’s not the point, is it?
The point is…what if Gigi wants to date Brennan?
What if Cassian had to spend the last six months of high school watching her have a boyfriend?
For nearly four years they’d been pretty much inseparable. He’d never had to see her with another guy.
We’re friends. Nothing more.
Her dad made sure of that.
Not finding her, he wove his way through the crowd into the game room. A group played beer pong on a pool table. Several people gathered around the fireplace, listening to someone play guitar.
Gigi.
His heart about exploded at the sight of her. Eyes closed, cheeks rosy from the roaring flames, she was beautiful—the most spirited, strong, positive person he knew.
And talented—not only could she sing, but she wrote songs that blew everyone away. For years, she’d performed at school functions—she was a rock star in the making.
Beside her, Brennan sat too close. Cassian wanted to shout at him to give her some space. But he didn’t need to do anything, because when his teammate tried to cup the back of her neck, Gigi shrugged him off.
He smiled. Yeah, she had no interest in his cornerback.
Draining his red Solo cup, Brennan threaded his fingers through her silky, dark hair. Cassian’s body went on high alert. She’d made herself clear—why wasn’t the guy listening?
He wouldn’t embarrass Gigi by making a scene, so he shot off a text.
Cassian: Back off, man. Let her play.
But Brennan wasn’t looking at his phone. He had his mouth right up against Gigi’s ear. Jolting to her feet, she jerked the guitar out in front of her like a shield. Brennan snaked a finger through the belt loop of her jeans and yanked. The moment she toppled onto his lap, she scrambled to get up, but Brennan wrapped an arm around her stomach and held her in place.
Cassian charged across the room. In one motion, he pried his teammate’s arm off her and pulled Gigi away.
She whipped around and kicked Brennan in the shin. “What’s the matter with you?”
“Ow. What? I was just playin’.” Brennan slurred his words.
Barely hanging onto his self-control, Cassian leaned in. “Soon as we get back to school after winter break, I’m going to get the entire offensive line to show you what it’s like to feel overpowered, got it?”
“Yeah, man. It’s cool. We’re cool.”
He turned back to Gigi, who was shaken. “Come on.”
The buzz of conversation and laughter only fueled his agitation. I’ve got to get out of here. He wanted to be alone with her in the quiet of his truck and drive, but it was December in Calamity. Their small, Wild West town, sandwiched between the Teton and the Gros Ventres Mountain Ranges, was bitter cold this time of year and blanketed in snow.
She tugged on his hand, head tilting toward the staircase. Let’s find a quiet room.
Christ, no. He couldn’t take her to one of the bedrooms. Not only would it give their classmates the wrong impression of them, but…he only had so much restraint. He forged ahead.
She tugged the back of his flannel shirt, pulling him into a small alcove. “Hey, I’m okay. Everything’s fine.”
“He’s an asshole.”
“He’s harmless.” Gently, she set her guitar against the wall, and then she gazed up at him with a sweet smile, amber eyes sparkling with excitement. “Tell me how it went.”
A cartoon meme popped into his brain, a field of flowers bursting into bloom all at once. His spirits soared. Affection for her consumed him, disabling his ability to speak.
She beamed at him with so much pride. “I’m so happy for you.”
He could only nod.
She smacked his arm. Come on. “Was it the coolest thing in the world?”
He wanted to be in their treehouse, sprawled side-by-side on the mattress, so he could tell her everything on his mind. He had so much turmoil, and she was the only one who could sort through all the crap and get everything to line up.
When he didn’t respond, her brow furrowed. “I wish I could’ve been there, but at least my dad was.” She gave him an encouraging smile. “Tell me everything.”
“Not much to say.” What she didn’t know—what he couldn’t tell her—was that he’d wanted her there while he’d signed his letter of intent.
He always wanted her with him.
He didn’t need anybody but her.
I love you. With everything in me, I fucking love you.
He’d known it the moment he’d laid eyes on her his third day of school at Calamity High. It’d been like smacking his funny bone. It had reverberated throughout his entire body, leaving him shaky and hyperaware of his senses—the smell of too many bodies in the hallway, the buzz of conversation, the taste of the tart apple he’d grabbed on his way out the door.
And, yesterday, he’d signed a contract that would separate them. He didn’t know what life would look like without seeing her every day. Didn’t want to.
“My dad sent pictures of you in your blazer with the pen in your hand. He captured the big moment, right when you signed.” Her forehead creased. “Hey, what’s going on? Are you okay?”
When she stroked his biceps, static electricity made the hairs on his arm snap to attention. This girl—with her plump, raspberry lips, amber eyes that probed and always found him worthy…She owned his whole heart. “I’m good.” I just missed you.
And I realized I’m not completely myself unless I’m with you.
And the idea of going to college without her made it feel like his wheels were spinning out, kicking out gravel and dust. Chaos.
“What were the other recruits like?” Her eyes went wide with impatience.
He gave himself a mental shake. I have her now. For six more months. “It was in the Athletic Office.”
A Beyoncé song came on, and even more people crowded the make-shift dance floor. People hollered and sang along with “All the Single Ladies.” When someone stumbled into them, Cassian shifted to block Gigi from the crowd.
Boxing her in against the wall, his arms on either side of her head, he leaned in so she could hear him. “There’re twenty-three prospects but only five of us si
gned early.” He didn’t want to talk about the details, but he could see she wanted more. “The press was there, and there was a lot of talk about how we’re the best recruiting class the Big Ten has seen since two-thousand-and-seven.”
“That’s so great.” She scanned his features, obviously concerned. “Are you not sure about Michigan?” Thanks to the dry, mountain climate, she always wore Chapstick. It must’ve worn off, because she kept licking her lips, that pink tongue tracing the seam of her mouth.
“No, I am. It’s good. I just…” He wanted to shove his hands into her thick, dark hair, scrape it back to see all of her. He needed to finally ease this constant ache from not being allowed to touch her. “The coach was talking me up. Best throwing arm he’s seen in a generation…how my speed’s pretty good for a guy my size…but then, at the end, after we’d all signed, he came up to me and said, ‘Don’t fuck this up. Don’t get in an accident or do any stupid shit. That arm’s mine now.’”