Chasing the Dream: Dream Series, Book 3 Read Free Page B

there were people in the back. Okay . I soon figured out that a certain light had to be lit up on top of the cab for it to be available to hire. I finally snagged a cab, and was soon headed to the ‘crossroads of America.’
    When I was here last month, both times, I was here at night, once with Kevin after he took me to a Luke Bryan concert, and the other time with my mom when we came to take in the show, The Book of Mormon . It was amazing with all the sparkling lights and people everywhere. During the day, the area was considerably dingier, but way busier. Vacationing families, large groups of people in matching shirts, or name-tags—probably from a tourist group or school kids on field trips, all around me, every language you could imagine, and families. My last visit here, I saw a few superhero characters milling around trying to get people to get their picture taken with them, but now during the day there were hundreds of characters, many for the younger age groups that were there.
    Passing one of the many food carts, I stopped and bought a skewer of grilled chicken. It smelled better than it tasted, but I ate it anyway as I continued to be in awe of one of the most popular places in the U.S. The stores, the restaurants, and the different languages surrounding me were all simply fascinating. Around 5:00, I was pretty tired so I decided to head back to my apartment. My apartment, I squealed to myself. It was still so cool to say that! I looked up and noted that I was at Fifty-ninth Street, and not really up for a thirty-block walk, I flagged down another cab to get home.
    We pulled up to my building and I paid the cabbie. Realizing that I was now down twenty-eight bucks in cab fare, I wondered if my dad was going to revoke his offer to give me an allowance to only take taxis. I remembered the subways with my mom and Kevin. They were cheap, quick and fine. Smelled awful, but otherwise a reasonable way to travel.
    “Thank you, Dominic,” I said to the polite doorman as I neared the door that he held open for me.
    “Miss Fairchild. Did you have a nice day?”
    “I did,” I replied, a goofy grin on my face. “I found a hair salon, located a Duane Reade Pharmacy, a great pastry shop, and a Starbucks. I even made my way to Times Square. I’m pretty proud of myself. How about you?” Immediately, I wanted to take back my question realizing that he’d been sitting in the lobby of the building all day. That had to be boring.
    “Very pleasant. Thank you for asking, Miss Fairchild,” he smiled back. Phew!
    “He’ll never complain,” I heard behind me. His voice was like butter. So sexy. I turned and saw the man that belonged to that voice. Even though I’d sworn off dating after Dickwad Danny, for one man in question, I was willing to make an exception. Kevin Parker had to be one of the hottest guys in New York City. His hair had grown a bit since I saw him last month. It was probably just about time for a haircut, but I hoped that he wouldn’t. His thick, black hair was that sexy, shaggy length. He was dressed in khaki pants, a blue dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a plaid tie. Must be what private middle school teachers wear, I surmised.
    “Kevin! So good to see you!” I said, flashing him my best smile. He opened his arms for a hug. He wants to hug me! I squealed to myself, and I moved into his strong arms.
    “Good to see you, too, Kid,” he said. I grimaced and lost some of my oomph at being called ‘kid.’ I was nineteen…in college. Not exactly a ‘kid.’ “When did you get here?” he continued, not noticing that I deflated in the least, squeezing me just right against his incredibly firm chest and massive arms. Danny wasn’t very athletic or muscular, and his hugs never felt like this. I inhaled, taking in his sinfully intoxicating scent. Oh yeah, a man. Okay, you’re forgiven for calling me ‘kid.’
    “Last night. I wanted to knock, but Mom said Thursdays weren’t good nights for