Fall With Me (Sugarland Creek, #3)
Brooke Montgomery & Brooke Cumberland
Prologue
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“Yeehaw, motherfuckers!” Tucker shouts as he sprints off a fifty-foot cliff.
It’s his fourth time in fifteen minutes, but still, we watch as he does a double backflip in the air before plunging into the waterfall creek below.
“Has he always been this reckless?” my cousin Warren asks.
“I can’t believe his body ain’t gettin’ sore from slammin’ into the water so many times,” Warren’s girlfriend, Maisie, says.
Tucker swims toward the rocky shore. He throws a fist up into the air and shouts something inaudible.
“Since the day we met, he’s been certifiably insane.” Smirking, I think back to the dozens of memories Tucker Sánchez and I have made since we became best friends in third grade when he moved to Sugarland Creek, Tennessee.
Experiencing our first middle school dance where we both asked out the same girl and raced our dirt bikes through a rainstorm to determine who’d get to be her date.
I beat his ass.
Driving our tractors through corn fields and playing chicken until the other person swerved into the ditch.
The fucker never swerved.
Sneaking out in the middle of the night to tip cows and steal pigs just because we were bored little shitheads.
And got numerous trespassing violations.
After graduation in a couple months, he’ll go off to college in California to study medicine while I stay here in Tennessee to work on my family’s ranch and equine retreat. It’s sad to think this is our final spring break before we go our separate ways and won’t see each other for weeks at a time.
Even so, I’ll be glad to be done with high school.
But mostly, I’m ready to get away from my ex-girlfriend, Angela, who’s thankfully moving to Florida to study only God knows what. Considering she skips classes at least four times a week, she’s failing most of them. Either way, I’m happy she’ll be far away from me.
Even though she’s the one who broke my heart last year and claimed I was incapable of loving someone and then left me for an older dude, she continues to cling to me any chance she gets.
Including now.
For someone so “emotionally dead inside” as she claims I am, she’s still eager for my attention.
Moments ago, she called me baby and tried grabbing my hand to get me to jump off the cliff with her.
Even if the water were filled with gold coins, I wouldn’t go in with her.
I didn’t even want her on this trip, but Talia’s her best friend and Talia’s dating Tucker.
The other couple with us are Rhett and Addie. Rhett moved here four years ago and joined the baseball team with Tucker and me. Addie’s friends with Talia, but not Angela. She tolerates her as much as I do.
So naturally, with three other couples here, Angela wanted to play house with me this week.
Not happening.
“I’m gonna miss this place,” Rhett says as he holds Addie’s hand. We came here last year, too, but this will be our final time as a group.
My aunt and uncle let us rent out one of the luxury cabins on their ranch resort and we’ve had a blast partying, hiking, swimming, and horseback riding each day we’ve been here.
“Y’all should visit during your school breaks,” Warren tells them, wrapping his arm around Maisie as if he’s hinting the same thing to her.
My cousin’s the same age as me but lives two hours away in Willow Branch Mountain. He’s also staying and working full-time for his parents, which has caused tension between him and Maisie since she’s moving to New York City to pursue a career in publishing. He swears they’ll make it work, though, so for his sake, I hope they do.
“This place would be the perfect romantic honeymoon,” Addie says, giving Rhett a knowing look.
Considering they’ve been practically attached to the hip for the past three years, I wouldn’t be shocked if they got engaged right after graduation.
“According to the thousands of reviews online, that’s what most couples come for. Or a romantic getaway without their kids,” Warren confirms.
For as long as I can remember, my parents would bring me and my four siblings up here every summer for a week of camping. Or rather “glamping” as it’s promoted. There’s no off-grid, tent-style suffering out here. It’s all glamourous accommodations with your choice of a nature immersive dome, two-story cabin, or their infamous modern-day treehouse. They get better Wi-Fi here than I do at home.
It’s a special place to visit and there’s no wonder why they’re always fully booked. While my family’s retreat is very kid-friendly, their resort focuses more on relaxation and helping couples reconnect with each other through outdoor and indoor activities.
While we’ve been here, we’ve taken full advantage of the fancy onsite restaurant and in-room massages. Yesterday, the guys and I went fishing while the girls relaxed in the hot tub and watched a Netflix movie on the large projector screen.
It’s been the best spring break ever.
And I’m sad that tomorrow’s our last day.