From the national bestselling
author of Before
We Were Strangers, Swear on this Life, and Wish You Were
Here comes a powerful story of two people who spend years denying their
scientifically-proven chemistry.
Penny
spends her afternoons sitting outside a sandwich shop, surrounded by ghosts.
Fourteen years ago, this shop was her childhood dance studio—and she was a
dancer on the rise. Now she’s a suburban housewife, dreading the moment her son
departs for MIT, leaving her with an impeccably-decorated McMansion and a
failing marriage. She had her chance at wild, stars-in-her-eyes happiness, but that was a lifetime ago. After The
Kiss. Before The Decision.
The
Kiss was soulful. Magical. Earth-shattering, And it was all for a free gift
card. Asked to participate in a psych study that posed the question, “Can
you have sexual chemistry without knowing what the other person looks like?”
Penny agreed to be blindfolded, make polite conversation with a total stranger,
and kiss him. She never expected The Kiss to change her life forever and
introduce her to Gavin: tattooed, gorgeous, and spontaneous enough to ask her
out seconds after the blindfolds came off.
For a
year, they danced between friendship and romance—until Penny made The Decision
that forced them to settle for friendship. Now, fourteen years later, both of
their lives are about to radically change—and it’s his turn to decide what will
become of their once-in-a-lifetime connection.
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WE SAT AT the bar of the pub as I continued to stare at him, a
mixture of curiosity and fear boiling in my gut. He ordered a beer, and I
ordered Chardonnay with beer-cheese pretzels.
“That’s different for you.”
I usually stuck to salads, an old habit from my dancing days,
but I had lost a lot of weight in the past few weeks. “Don’t think you can
distract me so easily. Tell me what’s going on. Did you break up with Briel?”
He took a long pull from his beer and stared straight ahead.
“Don’t be mad, okay?”
I stared at him, wordlessly, the fear fully boiling over. And
then he dropped the bomb on me.
The next few minutes were hazy as Gavin, the bar, and my glass
of Chardonnay swam together before my eyes. I tried to reach for the glass but
found it suddenly empty. That’s weird. It was full a
minute ago. I motioned to the bartender for another, then
poured it down my throat in a steady stream.
I was breathing fast when I slammed the glass on the bar,
shattering my fugue state—and bringing Gavin into sharp relief. I was reeling.
“Shit, Penny! Be careful. You almost shattered your glass!” He
practically yelled.
“You’re moving to fucking France?!” I yelled back.
The bartender jerked his head toward the door, and within
minutes Gavin was forcibly dragging me out of the bar by the arm. I slipped out
of his grip and stood in the middle of the parking lot, seething, very much
drunk, and fully freaking out. “So, do you love her?”
“Briel? What kind of question is that?”
“Just answer me.”
“Fuck, Penny. That’s not what this is about. I don’t really have
a choice here, though, do I?”
“You always have a choice.”
He glared at me. “That’s fucking rich, coming from you.”
I shook my head vigorously. “Totally different situation.”
“Like hell it was.”
“When do you leave?”
“In two days.”
“WHAT?!”
He ran up and shook me by the shoulders. “Jesus, if I knew you
were gonna take it like this, I wouldn’t have told you in public. Pull yourself
together.”
I screamed at the top of my lungs and then made a guttural sound
as I hunched over and held my stomach.
“First Milo, now you?”
“Don’t you put that on me. I’m not the reason why you’re about
to be alone and unhappy.”
“Fuck you, Gavin!”
“Fuck you, Penny!”
He didn’t turn around—he just stormed off in typical Gavin
fashion: petulant, recalcitrant, and a total shithead. People in the parking
lot were gawking, appalled, covering their children’s ears. But no one made a
move to leave. When Gavin and I got like this, we were like a car wreck by the
side of the road, impossible to look away from.
Gavin slid into his ’67 Chevelle and fired up the engine. I
hated that car because he loved it so much. It had a black leather interior, a
flawless paint job, and tinted windows, like it belonged to some kind of
celebrity—which Gavin definitely wasn’t. It was his only possession worth a
dime, besides his garage, a few guitars, and a Zippo lighter he swore River
Phoenix had given to him at the Viper Room the night of his death.
I ran to the exit and stood in the middle of the lane, daring
him to run me over as he ripped out of his parking spot and raced around the
corner toward the exit. “We’re not done talking, you coward!”
He slowed but let the car idle while he revved the engine.
“I dare you!” I yelled.
He stuck his head out the window, leaned his tattooed arm
against the door, and actually grinned at me.
So smug. What a dick.
“You look ridiculous standing there. Get out of the way!”
I walked toward his window and noticed that his demeanor had
completely softened. There was even humor in his expression. He wanted me to
block him, and he knew I would.
“Can’t you have a proper fight without running away?”
“You were lecturing me, yet again. I have a mother, thank you.
You have a child you can order around . . . and a husband you can control. I
don’t need your shit, okay? Don’t you realize that I’m freaking out, too? I’m
going through the hardest time of my life, and you’re making this all about
you.”
“You’ve been going through the hardest time of your life for the
whole fourteen years I’ve known you.”
“And as my friend, do you think you’re helping my situation
right now?” he spat back, his mood shifting once again. “Don’t even. Don’t you
dare act like I haven’t been a good friend to you. You’ve put me in the most
awkward situations, you’ve bolted on me, you’ve stopped speaking to me for
weeks at a time, but still . . . I make myself available to you. I’ve
been here for you, always. And now you’re moving
thousands of miles away when I need you most?”
He shook his head slowly. “That’s right, Penny. You have been here. You’ve been right by my side,
lecturing me, rolling your eyes at me, pressuring me to get serious about
Briel, all so I could go and fuck up my life even more while you sit in your
nice house, with your KitchenAid mixer, your Oracle espresso machine, and your
fucking yellow Lab.”
“Don’t talk about Buckley that way! He’s a good dog. And you
love our espresso machine.”
Gavin’s lips turned up at the corners. “You’re so messed up,
Penny. You definitely have a chemical imbalance.”
I pointed to my chest, shocked. “Me? Look who’s talking? Please,
pull into a parking space. I don’t want to stand here anymore, making a
spectacle of myself. Some parent from Milo’s school is probably watching this
whole thing. There’ll be whispers at the next PTA meeting. Is that what
you want for me?”
“Don’t pretend like you go to PTA meetings. And look around;
everyone’s gone. It’s just us.”
He was right. The parking lot had cleared out. Gavin was sitting
in his idling car while I was standing outside his window like a moron.
“I resent you for saying I pushed Briel on you. And yes, for
your information, I do go to PTA meetings.”
“You encouraged me to go out
with her, then you needled me about it until I finally did.”
“You were horribly depressed! I thought you were gonna jump off
a bridge. I told you to go out with her and to have some fun. She’s a nice
girl. I didn’t say turn your life upside down, pack up, and run away with a
foreigner! You’re thirty-six-years old, Gavin. I think it’s time you grew up.”
I shook my head. “God, I can’t believe you.”
He jerked his head back and squinted. “Great band but not
totally PC to call someone a foreigner, Penny.” His voice was low.
“Are you going to become a French citizen now, too? You better
brush up on your French.”
“Everyone speaks English there.”
“No, they don’t! People always say that, but you’ll see. They
might be able to communicate to a degree, but it’s not conversational English.”
Why am I still standing here, screaming about French people?
I needed to tie this conversation up in a pretty little bow. I
needed closure. I couldn’t say good-bye to my best friend without it. He was
leaving, going to France to chase a girlfriend
I knew he didn’t love. I was losing him. And it was my fault. We
couldn’t leave each other angry.
“I’ll figure it out,” he said. “Try not to make me feel worse
about my situation, though I know that’s hard for you.” “Your situation? It’s
always your situation. What about my situation?” He just stared at me. He was
hurting; I could tell. But I was hurting, too. “Listen—”
“What?”
“Don’t interrupt me.” I cleared my throat. “Gavin . . . it’s
just . . . I’m going to fucking miss you, okay? I’m having a hard time right
now, and life is about to get a whole lot harder the second you leave.” I started
to cry.
He hated it when I cried, but he didn’t ask me, “Why are you
crying?” He never had to ask. He took a deep breath in through his nose, then
released it forcefully in a burst of frustration. A second later his car
stalled. He put it in gear, got out, and swooped me up in a bear hug. “Penny,
Penny, Penny . . . my crazy girl,” he said as he rubbed my back. I was wiping
my snot-covered nose on his black T-shirt and he didn’t care one bit.
He held me for a long time. When he started to release me, I said,
“It’s not enough.”
He picked me up again and squeezed me harder. Tucking his face
into my neck, he said, “It’ll never be enough.”
“Why?” I said, fully bawling against his shoulder. He brushed a
strand of my hair, damp with tears, behind my ear. “I have to go, and so do
you. You need to be with your family now.”
I felt the lump in my throat growing. “You don’t have to
constantly remind me that I have a family. I love my family. But you’re a part
of it, too, and that’s why I’m here. That’s why I’m fucking crying in the
parking lot in front of Bank of America.”
He pulled away and we stood there, two feet apart, staring at
each other, as if we were committing each other to memory. Allowing one another
to really look at and take the other person in, stripped down to our bones,
without scrutiny.
“Is this it?” I asked.
“This is it, P.”
I shook my head, leaned up on my toes, and wrapped my arms
around him. We hugged again for a long time before he got into his car. I tried
to hold on to the feeling of having him in my arms, or maybe I was trying to
hold on to the feeling of being held in his.
He started the engine as I stood there, waiting for him to
leave.
“We’ll talk on the phone or email or something, okay?”
“Okay,” I told him.
He swallowed nervously. Looking up at me from the car window, he
said, “I wish it were you, Penny.”
That was my bow. He knew I needed it, good or bad—no matter what
feelings it shook loose from our long and complicated history together.
3.5 Stars
I'm a huge fan of Ms. Carlino and I was excited to read Blind Kiss! I'll be honest, this book is full on angst and frustration, I had to put the down for a couple days. Picking it back up didn't help, but I powered through Penny and Gavin's story, because this author's writing is always amazing and her story telling is powerful.
Penny and Gavin's relationship builds over the course of many, many years. Gavin is a great character, who is full of charisma and has the patient of a saint. Penny's character drove me up the wall. Her wishy-washiness and constant push of Gavin is what made me put the book down for awhile.
If you are looking for instant chemistry and a love connection, then hold up, this book is not for you. The relationship between Penny and Gavin is a very slow burn, but in the end, it is worth it.
About the Author
Renée Carlino is a screenwriter and bestselling author of
contemporary women's novels and new adult fiction. Her books have been featured
in national publications, including USA TODAY, Huffington Post, Latina
magazine, and Publisher's Weekly. She lives in Southern California with her
husband, two sons, and their sweet dog June. When she's not at the beach with
her boys or working on her next project, she likes to spend her time reading,
going to concerts, and eating dark chocolate. Learn more at www.reneecarlino.com
