for a big city college experience at the University of Washington, hooking up with a guy like Justin Avery was not part of her plan. Between Justin’s attention-grabbing tattoos, cigarette smoking, and bad boy attitude Brittni quickly chalked him up as “Mr. Wrong.” But his charm was unrelenting, and Brittni’s decision to give Justin a chance quickly turned into the worst choice she ever made.
So that she might be able to move forward.
Now she’s stuck with Justin—literally—and the complicated web of misunderstandings that tied up the truth for two years is about to unravel.
“Super sweet and swoon-worthy!”— #1 New York Times Bestselling author
Jennifer L. Armentrout
“Funny, real, moving and passionate, Misunderstandings is a MUST-READ for NA contemporary romance fans. " -- New York Times bestselling author Samantha Young
Continue on for first two chapters…
Chapter One
Present Day
11:02 am
The rain was coming down in steady sheets as I stepped from the yellow taxi that had deposited me in front of Columbia Center in Seattle. "Keep the change," I said to the driver as I reached back inside the taxi to pay my fare. I stood momentarily with the rain pelting my face, tilting my head back to see the top of the tallest building in the state of Washington—all seventy-six floors of it. I knew that fact because I looked it up on the Internet. I needed to get an idea of what I would be dealing with. Not that my friend Rob, who I was here to see, worked on the top floor, but it was close. His office was on the fifty-second floor, which meant a long tortuous elevator ride. Something I wasn't looking forward to at all. Back home in Woodfalls, the tallest building was the three-story Wells Fargo bank they had built across from Smith's General Store a few years back. I was attending college at the University of Washington at the time, but back in Woodfalls it was big news. My mom, the town's resident busybody, made sure I received daily updates about the construction. Now, standing here, the building in front of me made our little bank back home look like a dollhouse.
The rain was beginning to find its way down the generic yellow raincoat I had purchased from the Seattle airport just that morning. The pilot had gleefully informed us before landing that Seattle was having its rainiest September in years. The irony that the rainiest state in the country was having its rainiest year in history was not lost on me. Why wouldn't it be cold, rainy and miserable? It matched the way I felt about this place. Of course, that wasn't always the case. When I first arrived in Seattle three years ago, I was a greenhorn from my Podunk hometown. That's why I had chosen UW. It was as far away from Woodfalls as I could possibly get without applying to the University of Hawaii. Three years ago, I had decided that nine months of rainy weather was a fair trade-off to finally be surrounded by civilization. That and it was hundreds of miles away from my often annoying but well-intentioned mother. The endless array of restaurants, museums, stores and the music scene had tantalized me, making me vividly realize just how lacking and uncultured Woodfalls was. Everything about Seattle intrigued me, making me never want to leave, but Puget Sound was by far my favorite thing about being there. On the weekends I would haul my laptop and textbooks down to one of the cafés on the waterfront. I would spend hours drinking coffee and working on schoolwork. That is, when people watching didn't distract me. That trait is something I had obviously inherited from my mom. Still, everything had been going along just the way I had imagined it would. It was liberating to be out from under my mom's thumb and the prying eyes of everyone back home. Here I could be my own person, with my own life. Then everything went to hell. I met Justin Avery—the whirlwind hurricane who left my head spinning and my stomach
So that she might be able to move forward.
Now she’s stuck with Justin—literally—and the complicated web of misunderstandings that tied up the truth for two years is about to unravel.
“Super sweet and swoon-worthy!”— #1 New York Times Bestselling author
Jennifer L. Armentrout
“Funny, real, moving and passionate, Misunderstandings is a MUST-READ for NA contemporary romance fans. " -- New York Times bestselling author Samantha Young
Continue on for first two chapters…
Chapter One
Present Day
11:02 am
The rain was coming down in steady sheets as I stepped from the yellow taxi that had deposited me in front of Columbia Center in Seattle. "Keep the change," I said to the driver as I reached back inside the taxi to pay my fare. I stood momentarily with the rain pelting my face, tilting my head back to see the top of the tallest building in the state of Washington—all seventy-six floors of it. I knew that fact because I looked it up on the Internet. I needed to get an idea of what I would be dealing with. Not that my friend Rob, who I was here to see, worked on the top floor, but it was close. His office was on the fifty-second floor, which meant a long tortuous elevator ride. Something I wasn't looking forward to at all. Back home in Woodfalls, the tallest building was the three-story Wells Fargo bank they had built across from Smith's General Store a few years back. I was attending college at the University of Washington at the time, but back in Woodfalls it was big news. My mom, the town's resident busybody, made sure I received daily updates about the construction. Now, standing here, the building in front of me made our little bank back home look like a dollhouse.
The rain was beginning to find its way down the generic yellow raincoat I had purchased from the Seattle airport just that morning. The pilot had gleefully informed us before landing that Seattle was having its rainiest September in years. The irony that the rainiest state in the country was having its rainiest year in history was not lost on me. Why wouldn't it be cold, rainy and miserable? It matched the way I felt about this place. Of course, that wasn't always the case. When I first arrived in Seattle three years ago, I was a greenhorn from my Podunk hometown. That's why I had chosen UW. It was as far away from Woodfalls as I could possibly get without applying to the University of Hawaii. Three years ago, I had decided that nine months of rainy weather was a fair trade-off to finally be surrounded by civilization. That and it was hundreds of miles away from my often annoying but well-intentioned mother. The endless array of restaurants, museums, stores and the music scene had tantalized me, making me vividly realize just how lacking and uncultured Woodfalls was. Everything about Seattle intrigued me, making me never want to leave, but Puget Sound was by far my favorite thing about being there. On the weekends I would haul my laptop and textbooks down to one of the cafés on the waterfront. I would spend hours drinking coffee and working on schoolwork. That is, when people watching didn't distract me. That trait is something I had obviously inherited from my mom. Still, everything had been going along just the way I had imagined it would. It was liberating to be out from under my mom's thumb and the prying eyes of everyone back home. Here I could be my own person, with my own life. Then everything went to hell. I met Justin Avery—the whirlwind hurricane who left my head spinning and my stomach
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