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What’s the most unlikely way to find love? Babysitting. That is, unless you’re Amy Turner. Amy’s about to graduate from high school when she answers an ad to baby-sit for the summer. She has no idea what she’s getting herself into. Her new job is to “baby-sit” for Tristan Edmund a hot, rich boy who’s her age…and has recently gone blind. Tristan isn’t interested in having her help. Or so he thinks.

Since losing his father and being blinded in a horse show-jumping competition, Tristan spends his days in the dark, refusing to accept his disability. Much to his annoyance, Amy bursts into his life and drags him into the light. But just as the two begin to glimpse something in each other, Tristan’s beautiful ex-girlfriend shows up. Will the temptation be too much, or will Tristan choose the one girl who really sees him?


“Get back!”

The shout sounded so close that I jumped again. I scrambled away from the door just in time, as it came swinging open. The figure of a teenage boy towered over me. Sandy blond hair brushed down over black designer sunglasses. With one hand he gripped the doorframe and, with the other, he reached out uncertainly into the air. Before I had a chance to do anything, he took a step forward and became caught on my beloved sneakers.

To my ears, his crash to the carpeting was deafening. But, amazingly, no one came running. He lay still. The thought flashed through my mind that I’d killed him. Killing a blind person...there’s a quick ticket to hell. I scooted forward and gasped, “Tristan, I am so sorry!”

My brain slowly registered that I must have merely injured his pride because he was breathing steadily. He didn’t speak, but his hand reached out and patted along the floor. Seeing that his glasses had fallen nearby, I picked them up and pushed them against his hand. He snatched them from me and, rising, turned his head away while he pushed them back on. He growled, “Get away from me.”

I made a fumbling attempt to catch his hand and offered, “Let me help you to your room.”

Feeling my movement, he leaned away from me and sneered, “Do you even know where my room is?”

I stood, dumbfounded, while he walked slowly down the hall. His hand was braced tightly against the wall and he paused at the corner, grasping onto the point. Then he was gone. A moment later, I heard a door slam shut. I continued to stand still, feeling completely humiliated. Why had I taken this job, again?


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