Title: Not Without You
Author: A.P. Watson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Designer: Regina Wamba
Editors: Tamara Beard
Publication Date: August 7th, 2019
Hosted by: Lady Amberâs PRBlurb:
A.P. Watson is a contemporary and paranormal romance author who discovered her love for reading at a very young age due to her rural upbringing. She enjoys a variety of genres and authors, from Jane Austen to Charlaine Harris. When she isnât reading or writing, she loves to dance. A.P. has been an avid pole dancer for several years and thoroughly enjoys the challenging nature of the sport and the thrill of performing onstage. Professionally, she has worked as a registered nurse for several years, and she graduated with a Master of Science in Nursing in 2019. Her goal is to combine her love for aesthetics and skincare by utilizing her Family Nurse Practitioner certification in the field of dermatology. A.P. currently resides in Johnson City, Tennessee, with her adorable rescue pup, Elle.
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Chapter One: White
White. That was the color that reigned supreme in places like this, places promising all the enlightenment that follows a higher education. Frankly, I would rather be surrounded by any other color in the crayon box. Yes, that meant puke green, sunshine yellow, and even the bright orange screaming at us from every inch of campus. In my opinion, anything was better than white. White was the color of a blank canvas, a stark reminder of the creative sabbatical my soul was currently taking.
âWhy do you look like your grandma just flipped you off?â
The sound of Wrenâs voice threw me out of my train of thought.
âBecause I hate this class. Anything not related to art is a waste of my time.â
âYeah, that might be true, but everybody is required to take Probability & Statistics.â
âAnd the probability of me passing this class is slim, so as you can see, no further instruction is needed,â I quipped, sticking my tongue out at her.
She flung her long copper locks over her shoulder and plopped in the seat to my left, pulling out a spiral notebook and a green pen. She was feeling sassy today, and that was an incredible sign. If I had to deal with everything sheâd been through the past few weeks, I would have curled up in a ball and flipped the world the middle finger. But not Wren. She was a damn force to be reckoned with.
Placing my hand on her arm, I gave it a little squeeze. Instantly, her body stilled. Although I didnât reveal my thoughts, my gesture meant she could count on me. It meant she wasnât alone.
âThanks, babe,â she whispered, setting her hand on my knee. âYouâre the best.â
To my right, I could just make out the form of the hot blond guy who had been staring at me for half the class on Tuesday. Not that I hadnât done my fair share of staring. My eyes had wandered in his direction more than a couple of times since the start of the semester. After all, no harm ever came from looking. He stepped closer, intent on occupying the empty chair next to me.
âIf youâre going to sit there, youâd better have a good handle on what the hell is going on in this class,â I stated. My less-than-stellar performance on our first test meant I needed to get my ass in gear if I had any hopes of making it through this class with my GPA intact.
âYou mean you donât?â he asked, humor evident in his tone. âBecause you seem like the type of person who has a handle on everything.â
I glanced up at him. Most of the time whenever a guy hit on me, I would dismiss them with little more than a wave of my hand. But his comment had more than piqued my interest. His shaggy blond hair and golden skin tone were so much hotter than I remembered. âOh,â I whispered with a smile, âyouâre good.â
He sat down next to me, sliding a pen out of the pocket of his jeans. âThatâs what I hear.â And Hottie was apparently telling the truth, because when he opened his notebook, the first test we took slid out, landing in my lap. âSorry.â He leaned in my direction.
But I was too quick for him. I grabbed the paper, completely at a loss for words, which was really fucking rare for me. Holy hell. Hottie got a ninety-six? âLook, we got the same grade!â
Wren snickered at my exclamation, trying her best to keep from laughing, since Professor Leigh had already started passing out the attendance roster.
âReally?â asked Hottie.
âYeah, if you reverse the numbers on your test, thatâs what I got.â
The bitchy chick who always wore a red headband turned around to glare at me. âShh,â she spat, holding her finger over her lips.
âOh, shut up. Itâs not like weâre going to use this fucking bullshit in everyday life.â My retort either offended or shocked her, because she scoffed at me before spinning back around. God, I hated that fucking headband.
âThat girl annoys the shit out of me,â Wren mumbled.
âMe too, babe.â
âEh, sheâs just pissed because she got the second-best grade in the class,â Hottie said.
âThat seat is yours for the rest of the semester if you want it.â
âI may hold you to that. And my name is Ryan Evanston, by the way.â He held out his hand for me to shake. Crystal blue eyes met mineâthe color so pure and pristine my fingers twitched with the need to recreate it.
For some people, sexual dry spells ruled their existence. For me, my artistic dry spell was worse than being stranded in the Sahara without a canteen. Sure, Iâd been creating art projects for school, but my desire to paintâto let the world fall away and just createâhad been non-existent. Wren believed I was uninspired, and she was probably right. But here, at this moment, all I wanted to do was paint those eyes.
Eventually, I slid my hand into his, noting the warmth radiating from his flesh. âTerayn Andrews.â
âAnd you?â he asked, leaning toward Wren.
âWren Williams,â she answered.
âNice to meet both of you.â
âLikewise,â I muttered for both of us.
Professor Leigh droned on for what felt like an eternity. So the guy had his passions, and they all happened to lie within statistics, but that still didnât warrant the need for him to subject each of us to said passions. Alas, the board of this higher education establishment somehow feels we will benefit from taking a statistics course. And it was a load of freaking bull too.
I tried to concentrate on the sound of Leighâs voice, but my brain was only capable of withstanding so much torture. I copied down a few notes from the lecture, but my willpower was obliterated by the color periwinkle. My hand had been twitching since I caught sight of those blue eyes. Pulling a few colored pens from my purse, I decided to let my fingers do their bidding.
Line after line flowed together, forming a perfect representation of the human eye. That iris and the multitude of colors it possessed were astounding. I used not one but three different blues in order to capture the intricacy of the hue. And I still wasnât done. Something about his expression when he had looked at me caught my interest. It needed to be captured too. Now, the drawing had a set of eyebrows to accompany those eyes.
A sharp elbow to my side pulled my attention from the growing portrait in front of me.
âIf you keep at it, youâre going to wind up drawing a full portrait,â Wren whispered in my ear.
âAnd you might want to stop before you get to Hottieâs body.â
âFuck,â I muttered, the momentary enchantment his eyes had cast over me finally breaking.
I scrambled to cover the drawing that had now taken up over three-fourths of my notebook paper, but my efforts were too late. Hottie had already caught sight of my sudden artistic breakthrough.
He pointed to my drawing. âYouâre really talented.â
âThanks. Art major, so I have a bad habit of doodling all the time.â
âI like it.â
I swept a strand of hair behind my ear and glanced at the clock. Thank God, this hell pit of a class was nearly over. I was in the middle of straightening my papers when a page full of notes landed right on top of my stack.
I glanced to my right, staring at Hottie, or rather, Ryan. âWhatâs this?â
âNotes for todayâs lecture.â
âDonât you need these?â I asked.
âNot really. This class is almost fun for me. Iâm double majoring in corporate finance and business.â
He laughed, turning that blue gaze on me. âThatâs one way to put it.â
âThank you for the notes.â
To my left, I could just make out Wrenâs body stiffening. Her phone was clutched in her hands, and she squeezed the plastic case dangerously.
That couldnât be good. I glanced at her and the phone. A text from Liam lit up the screen.
Fuck that fucking jackass.
Even after all the shit he had pulled on her birthday, he was still trying to fuck with her life. I was just about to throw my arm around her when she stood and bolted from the class. I grabbed my stuff and flew after her, ignoring the astonished stares of our fellow classmates. The moment I reached the doorway, my head turned in either direction. Wren was at the end of the hall, clearly fighting back tears. The girl didnât cry. In fact, the only time Iâd seen her cryâother than at my motherâs funeralâwas on her birthday last week when she caught Liam fucking his ex.
I approached her with caution. âHey, babe. Talk to me about it?â
She shook her head, water shining in her brown eyes. âI am so over him and all his bullshit! Why canât he just leave me the fuck alone?â
Her raised voice garnered a few curious stares. Not thinking, I grabbed her hand and pulled her into what I thought would be an empty room. Instead, we were met with a wall of urinals. Oh well, it would do.
âWhat is he doing now?â
âTrying to apologize. As if I would even take his lying, cheating ass back.â
âThe nerve of that fucker.â
âHey! This is the menâs restroom!â A guy Iâd never seen before held the door open, staring at us in shock.
âAsk me if I care,â I replied, glaring at him with nothing but hatred in my eyes.
âButââ the guy began.
âFind another restroom. This one is occupied.â Hottie from our statistics class loomed over the guy. All right, he wasnât just another pretty face. He had some nicely muscled arms to back up his threat.
âMy mistake.â The guy scurried away a second later.
âAre both of you okay?â
âWren?â I questioned in a soft voice.
âNot really,â she replied, her fingers twisting around a long strand of her hair. Her eyes were glued to the floor, but the faint trace of tears still lingered on the curves of her cheeks.
âI see.â He nodded, looking thoughtful as he shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans. âYou guys hungry?â
âYeah,â Wren answered.
âI could eat,â I added.
âMy Jeep is parked right outside this building. Why donât I take you guys to get something to eat?â
I looked to Wren so she would know this was her call.
âOkay,â she muttered.
He held the door open for us while Wren and I filed out of the menâs restroom. The three of us exited the building, stepping out into the overcast day. Yesterday was nearly seventy degrees. Today, it was barely above fifty. I really wished Tennessee would decide what the hell it wanted to do with the weather.
Hottie drove us to a diner not far from campus. Iâd always been told not to get in the car with a stranger, but Ryan put off nothing but good vibes. He had opened and closed the car doors for Wren and I, and he even held open the door to the diner. Everything in my gut informed me he was a nice guy.
We slid into an empty booth just as our waiter arrived. He handed each of us a menu and a glass of water before he scurried away, stating heâd be back in a minute to take our order. I sipped on my water, watching Wren out of the corner of my eye.
âDo you have any more classes today?â I asked Ryan.
âNope. Iâm free. What about you two?â
âIâve got art history tonight at seven but thatâs it.â
âIâm done too,â Wren stated.
âAnd youâre an art major. What about you, Wren?â
âNursing. Iâm still getting a few requirements in now, though.â
âWhat about you?â she asked. Sheâd been too distracted by Liamâs earlier message to hear Ryanâs answer in class.
âIâm double majoring in corporate finance and business.â
âDamn. Guess that explains the A you got on the first statistics exam.â
âIf either of you need help in that class, just ask. I really donât mind.â
âThanks,â she answered.
âI think Iâm the only one who really needs the help,â I added.
Wren grinned, nudging me with her shoulder. âNumbers so arenât your thing.â
âIâm tragically left-brained.â
No sooner than the words left my mouth, and our waiter popped up out of nowhere to take our order.
âAlright. What can I get yâall to eat?â He turned in my direction first, awaiting my order.
âIâll have a burger with a side of onion rings.â
He jotted down my order. âAnd for you?â
âIâll have two pancakes and a double side of bacon.â
âOh, we stopped serving breakfast at noon.â
Wrenâs expression dropped at his words. It was only two in the afternoon. I figured this place served breakfast all day, and she must have too. She picked the menu back up, scanning through the lunch dishes.
âGive her whatever she wants,â Ryan ordered, pulling out his wallet.
âI wish I could, but we stopped serving breakfast two hours ago.â
Ryan set a fifty-dollar bill on top of the guyâs order pad. âSurely a few pancakes and two sides of bacon wonât be too much trouble, right?â
âItâs okay! Iâll just order something else,â Wren said.
âNope, you want pancakes and bacon, and youâll get it.â Ryanâs voice wasnât angry, but it did err on the side of being extremely dominant. And I kind of liked it.
âTwo pancakes and two sides of bacon it is,â the waiter agreed, scribbling on his pad.
âWe really appreciate you being so accommodating,â Ryan stated.
âAnd for you?â the waiter asked.
âA burger with a side of fries and a strawberry milkshake.â
âOkay. Iâll have that out to you as soon as possible.â
âThank you,â Ryan answered, collecting all the menus to hand back to the waiter.
âThank you so much for what you did, but you didnât need to do it,â Wren said once our waiter was out of earshot.
Ryan shrugged, acting like it wasnât a big deal. âYou seemed like you werenât having the best day, so itâs the least I can do.â
âThank you,â I added, staring into those sapphire eyes.
âI really do appreciate it,â Wren replied.
âHappy to help. Besides, what kind of diner doesnât serve breakfast all day?â
âI was thinking the same thing!â
I nodded, completely in agreement with Wren. âI thought it did too. Kind of weird that it doesnât.â
âI suppose next time we eat out, itâll have to be at Street City Grill. They serve breakfast all day.â
âBacon should always be served all day.â
âI agree wholeheartedly.â Ryan smiled at her. âSo, how long have the two of you been friends?â
âSince we were six,â Wren and I answered in unison.
Ryan nodded. âI can tell.â
âThis copper-haired beauty is my number one babe.â I slid my arm around her neck and squeezed tight.
âWhat the hell would I want one of those for?â
âI donât mean to put down my own gender, but youâre probably better off without one,â Ryan joked.
âNo kidding,â Wren agreed.
âLook, Iâm not one to pry, but if you want to talk about whatever has been making your day so shitty, feel free to get it off your chest.â
âI appreciate the thought.â
âItâs either about relationship or family troubles. And while Iâm well-versed with the latter, Iâm also a good listener if you ever need to vent about it.â
Wren gave him a slight smile. âThank you. Iâll definitely keep your offer in mind. It might be nice to have a guyâs perspective on everything.â
âRelationship trouble then,â Ryan muttered more to himself than to Wren and me.
âWhat was that?â I asked.
âSorry, I figured it was guy trouble, but I didnât want to pry.â
âOh,â Wren breathed. âYeah, it is.â
âFigures. Men are dicks most of the time.â
âOh, so youâre gay?â I questioned. The way Ryan had been staring at me in class led me to believe he fell to the charms of the female population, so I couldnât help but be curious.
I blamed his eyes.
âWhat?â His eyebrows pinched together as he quickly shifted his attention from Wren to me. âIâm not gay.â
âIf you are, we donât care. Actually, it will probably make us like you more.â
âSorry to burst your bubble, but I like pussy.â
His reply caught me off guard. Those periwinkle irises held my gaze for a second before tearing through me like a damn power drill. âUm, I-I . . .â What the hell was I even going to say? I was not the type of woman to be at a loss for words, so this development was pretty strange for me. And Hottieâs looks were definitely responsible.
Wren burst into a fit of laughter beside me. âOh my God! You made her blush! Jesus Christ, Ter, I donât think youâve blushed since ninth grade.â She leaned across the table and held out her hand, giving Ryan a high five. âYou are crass and awesome! We can be friends.â
Ryan licked his lips and grinned like the freaking Cheshire cat. âHappy to have your approval.â
Thank God, my embarrassing moment was cut short by the arrival of our food. Our waiter placed a plate in front of each of us before scurrying away.