Oh, Brooke... Most hated girl I've ever written, but I must tell you, my male readers love her. (Maybe this is how guys feel when they see their girlfriends or wives swooning over Literary Bad Boys? They think, Okay, wait. If I did or said those things, she'd kick my ass first and ask questions later - right after setting fire to my childhood comic book collection, cancelling ESPN and cutting the crotch out of my favorite pair of jeans.)
Though Reid's scorned ex featured heavily in the first book and popped up for one conversation in the third, she only got a POV in Where You Are - so two of the following Brooke reminder teasers are in Reid's POV. She'll get her own voice again in Here Without You.
And for the third time: spoiler spoiler spoiler alert for anyone who's not read the first three!!!
Between the Lines (#1) - Reid's POV
When she opened the door, it was déjà vu for about two seconds. And then not. Four years ago we would have been all over each other before I got five feet inside her room. Tonight, she just glared and backed up enough for me to enter. “Reid,” she said.
“Brooke.” I set several small bottles down on a table, keeping a couple and opening one, which I downed immediately. Tossing the bottle into her trash, I opened the second. “So how long has it been?” I said, knowing this was a reckless path to navigate.
Her jaw tightened and she plopped onto the loveseat, trying to look indifferent and fearless at the same time, raising her chin and looking me in the eye. “I have no idea.”
Where You Are (#2)
Dad stopped coming to my games once he had a new wife, a new family, and new-and-improved soccer players to half-raise and discard. I don’t know why I gave a shit whether or not he came, but I did. Maybe because the soccer field was the only place I ever felt like he got me, so it was like I didn’t exist for him anymore. When I started high school I quit cold turkey, which was fine with Mom. She never understood Sporty Girl-Power Brooke anyway.
She submitted my picture to a modeling agency and I got a print ad, and then I got a commercial, to be shot in LA. Mom had always staunchly refused to be a soccer mom; stage mom was more her speed. The rest, as they say, is history.
Good For You (#3) - Reid's POV
“I was thinking about… trying to find him,” she says. “Not to interfere or anything. Just to make sure he’s okay. Would you… would you want me to let you know what I find out?”
My jaw clenches while I fight the deep-rooted soreness of her betrayal, like a toothache that’s never been dealt with. Not for the first time, I wonder why she acts like she knows it was mine. I’m not saying that to her, though. Not again. With time comes perspective. It doesn’t matter if it—if he—was or wasn’t mine. “Sure. That’d be fine.”
She sighs. “I know what you’re thinking. At the risk of trashing this little interlude, I’ll repeat what I’ve said before. He’s yours. He can’t possibly be anyone else’s because when I turned that stick blue, I’d never slept with anyone but you. So unless it was an immaculate conception, he’s yours.”
Here Without You (#4)
“Whatcha doin’?” a voice says, and I snap the laptop closed, which probably means I’ll have to start that section over. I turn and glare—at Reid, who’s relocated my shoulder bag from the adjacent seat and plopped down next to me.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I whisper much too loudly.
“Looks as though I’m joining you for opening night. Different movies, of course.”
“What?” I shake my head, cobwebs clearing. “You’re going to New York. Today. On my flight.”
He smirks. “Or—you’re going to New York on my flight.” Pulling his boarding pass from his back pocket, he asks, “So what seat are you? We might as well get this over with.”
I know for a fact that Reid prefers the aisle, while I insist on the window. And of course we’re both flying first class, alone… I turn my ticket over next to his.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” 3A, 3B.