Authors: Katie Klein
"I can't really feel my finger anymore," she announces.
I circle the counter, grabbing a dishtowel on my way, thankful for the distraction. "All right. Let's see what we've got."
I pull the cup away, wipe the ring dry. Even in the dim light the diamonds shine, sparkling. Brilliant. It's so perfect there on her hand. So beautiful.
And God, she's beautiful.
My lungs shrink. I inhale a quick breath, forcing them to fill, and twist the ring carefully, working it down her finger.
But then she glances up at me, her green eyes pierce mine, and my heart tumbles to my stomach.
Shit.
I release her hand. "I can't."
Her eyes widen. "What? Parker, I swear to God if I ruined this ring..."
"No. Stop. That's not what I meant. I mean...." I groan, wracking my brain, struggling to find words. "What I mean is I don't
want
to take it off."
She studies my lips, my eyes, searching them. "What?"
"This ring is yours, Jaden. It was always yours. I was just...." I trail off, run fingers through my hair. "I was waiting for the right time to ask you."
Her eyes narrow.
I lift her hand to my lips, kiss her fingers. "Jaden...," I breathe.
"Oh my God!" She throws her free hand over her mouth; fresh tears tumble down her cheeks. "Oh my God! I ruined it, didn't I? I ruined everything!"
"No. You didn't ruin anything," I assure her. "Jaden, I..."
"Oh my God, Parker. I can't believe..."
"Okay, can you maybe shut up for a minute and a half so I can get this out?" I ask.
"I'm sorry. Yes," she whispers.
"Thank you. What I'm trying to say—and not very successfully—is that I
love
you. I've loved you since the day you barged into that bathroom and called me a slacker. I don't care that you went snooping around my things and got my Grandma's ring stuck on your finger." She flushes a deeper shade of pink, and I can't help but smile. "We'll get it re-sized. It's yours. I want you to have it because I want to marry you. God, you have no idea. I want to marry you more than I've ever wanted anything in my entire life. I want this—I want
us
—forever."
I let go of her hand, reach into my back pocket for my wallet. I open it, remove two sheets of paper creased again and again, folded and re-folded a hundred times over.
"Graduation is in a few weeks," I remind her. "And then you have the Ecuador trip, and classes will start again. So, I was wondering...." I drop to one knee and gaze up at her sitting perfectly on that barstool—her perfect red eyes and nose and smeared eyeliner and perfect wet hair. "Jaden Elizabeth McEntyre? Will you go to Fiji with me so I can propose to you the proper way?"
She grabs the papers, unfolds them, shock etching itself into each of her beautiful features—the widening of her eyes, the "O" of her lips. "Plane tickets?" she asks, disbelieving.
"Maybe."
"You're taking me to
Fiji
?" she squeals.
"Possibly."
"Are you
kidding
? Oh my God!" She laughs, slides off the stool and into my arms. I rise to my full height as she plants the softest, sweetest kisses on my lips. I will never tire of these lips. That smile. Her laugh. I will never stop wanting to make her happy.
She pulls away, tucks her still-damp hair behind her ears. "Wait. So...are you officially asking me to marry you?"
"That depends. Are you officially saying yes? Because we can always wait for Fiji. Pretend this night never happened. If, you know, we can pry that ring off your finger," I tease.
Her smile—this huge, amazing smile—sends chills rippling across my skin. And suddenly she's kissing me, hungry, her tongue teasing my lips, setting the world on fire. My hand slips beneath her shirt, touches the small of her back, melts against her warm skin.
"That sounds like a yes to me," I say, pulling her tighter against me, dragging gentle kisses across her jaw line.
"That's a hell yes," she murmurs.
"So...we're getting married?" I ask, lips tracing the contour of her neck, already picturing those jeans of hers on the floor.
"We're getting married," she confirms, leaning into me. I'm two seconds away from suggesting we take dinner into the bedroom when she jerks back.
"I have to call my mom! Wait...my dad. Did you talk to them or anything? Do they know about this?"
"No," I confess. "I didn't talk to your parents."
"Did I rush things? Do you think we should wait before telling anyone?"
"I don't think so. I mean, I didn't talk to your parents. There was actually someone else...." I lift a finger. "Hold on a second."
I grab my cell phone from the counter and scroll through my contacts.
When it comes to permission to marry Jaden McEntyre, I knew going in that it wasn't her dad's blessing I needed. "Hey, it's Parker," I say as soon as I hear the voice on the other end. "Jaden has something she wants to tell you."
She eyes me curiously, brow furrowing, as I put the call on speakerphone.
"Hello?" she asks, suspicious.
"Jaden?"
Her lips break into a huge grin, eyes lighting. "Daniel?" She laughs. "You will
never
guess what just happened!"
And as I stare at the girl of my dreams, staring back at me, I marvel at how the universe can know better than we know. How everything can change in one moment, one second, one blink of an eye. How that
everything
can be all we ever hoped for and more.
Our very own crystal clearness after a long stretch of sunless cold.
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I'm shocked this story saw the light of day. You were so secretive about it.
I know. Immediately after I published
Cross My Heart
, I started getting fan mail from readers who wanted more. I wasn't really interested in writing a sequel, because that meant creating MORE problems for Parker and Jaden, and really, I felt they'd endured enough. I was playing with the idea of a companion book, though. I felt Parker deserved to have his side of the story told. I had one false start with this book not too long after
Cross My Heart
came out, but it wasn't working, so I focused on finishing my Guardian series instead. When I came back to it (like, a year and a half later!) I was ready to sit down and tell Parker's side of things.
I was vague about the project itself because, quite frankly, I was worried I couldn't pull it off. I have some amazing, die-hard Parker and Jaden fans, and I didn't want to disappoint them.
How did you come up with the title?
Collateral damage is, by definition, "unintended consequences," usually toward someone other than the intended target. In this case, it's a perfect fit. Parker doesn't set out to hurt Jaden—he's just trying to do his job. He never planned to fall in love with her, and he never planned for her to be at the school the afternoon he tried to set Vince up. Jaden suffers big-time, but that was never Parker's intention. It was just an awful consequence (or side effect) because of who he really was.
I'm still picking up some
Ethan Frome
references throughout this book.
Yes! There are a lot of connections in both
Cross My Heart
and
Collateral Damage
to
Ethan Frome
. The story lines don't mirror perfectly, but the themes are there: forbidden love, danger, uncertainty. Thankfully, my books have happier endings.
What about the red folder? When Parker turns in his essays to Ms. Tugwell, she's excited to see the red folder.
That's because red was a key color in
Ethan Frome
. It was very symbolic. In the same way, that "Harvard" crimson color was important in both
CMH
and
CD
.
So I got the feeling that, even though he was undercover, high school was important to Parker. What's that about?
You're right. This was more than just an undercover assignment for Parker. He screwed up in high school the first time around (partying, drugs, poor grades), so it's really important for him to get it right this time. It's more than just a job—he's aiming for a do-over, to prove to himself that he could've succeeded years ago if he cared enough to try.
And his name was really Christopher?
Yep. But Jaden only knew him as Parker. Truth is, I think taking the undercover job and the new name were both ways for him to create an entirely new person. He says so himself: he's more Parker than he ever was Christopher. Switching schools usually allows the opportunity for someone to reinvent him/herself. I think Parker was definitely trying to escape his past.
Speaking of which, his past was eerily similar to Daniel's, only with a different outcome. Was that planned?
Not at first, but the more I wrote, the more connections I started to see. Jaden never specifically mentions Daniel's arrest in
Cross My Heart
, but we know that her brothers were wild, and that they were friends with Vince. She mentions Phillip sneaking home late, and there's a conversation about both boys skipping school a lot—so we know the history is there. Jaden focused more on the present, though, instead of his past. She was more aware of Daniel and Sarah getting pregnant before they were ready, but how everything worked out for them in the end.
The difference between Daniel and Parker is that Parker's girlfriend's father was able to get him off the hook. I'm sure he was relieved at the time, but later this becomes a huge problem for Parker since he essentially owes everything he is to Mr. Donovan.
At the end of the day, both Parker and Daniel have some things about their pasts they wish they could change.
Speaking of Mr. Donovan and Callie, I had no clue Parker was engaged to someone when he was running around with Jaden. That's so wrong!
Yeah, it kind of is.
That's it? That's all you have to say about it? But I thought Parker was perfect!
Yeah, see, the thing about perfect people? They're always hiding something. Parker says so himself. So let's talk about mistakes for a second.
Parker is in a really tough spot when the book opens. He's dated his high school sweetheart for four years, and now she thinks they're getting married. (When she stumbles across the engagement ring, Parker doesn't correct her, and really, he has no reason to.) There's nothing wrong between them—they've dated for a while, they're employed—of course marriage is the logical "next step," even if they are kind of young.
And this is where things fall apart. Parker is perfect for Jaden. Jaden is perfect for Parker. At the end of both stories, they are wildly in love, and they're going to work out. Their love is the forever kind of love that some people spend their whole lives looking for. At the same time, they aren't perfect people.