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Shut up. Andrew got up. Im getting something to drink. Peace out, I thought. I kept an eye on Simon and Simons hands. I did not like them.
Do you want to dance? Ash asked. Or do you want to sit here and glower? When I didnt answer, she huffed as she stood.
Youre boring. I barely acknowledged that shed left too and that I was sitting at a table alone, like a dork. My gaze was trained on the couple. It was insulting to Kat to even refer to her and Simon as a couple. But I could deal. What Kat was doing really wasnt any of my business. In reality, she can do whatever she wanted. If that meant dancing Simons hand glided down the front of her dress, causing Kat to jerk back.
Her angry expression was lost in a sea of faces and well, that was it. I was on my feet before I even realized it, moving between dancers, my hands curling into fists.
I stalked up to them, stopping behind Kat. Mind if I cut in? Simons eyes shot wide, and he mustve seen his impending doom in my face, because he dropped his arms and took a step back. Perfect timing. I needed to get a drink anyway.
I arched a brow and then turned to Kat, dismissing the idiot. She stared back a moment, then carefully placed her hands on my shoulders. This is a surprise. Damn if it wasnt. I wrapped an arm around her waist and took one of her hands in mine. And damn if she didnt feel right in my arms, perfect actually.
Stupid and oddly wishful thinking. Her incredibly long lashes swept up and eyes warm but wary searched mine.
A pretty flush spread across her cheeks and down her throat. Id do something terrible to know what she was thinking.
I pulled her closer. Confusion and a richer emotion marked her features. Are you having a good time withAsh? Are you having a good time with Happy Hands? She sucked in her lower lip, and I bit back a groan. Such a constant smartass. I laughed and she shivered in my arms. The three of us came together Ash, Andrew, and me. Why was I telling her this? My hand slipped to her hip and I cleared my throat, looking over the top of her head.
You you look beautiful, by the way. Really too good to be with that idiot. Her eyes widened. Are you high? Unfortunately, no Im not. Though, I am curious why you would ask. You never say anything nice to me. Good point. Damn, I was a dick sometimes. Well, most of the times. I lowered my chin and she jumped when my jaw grazed her cheek. Im not going to bite you. Or grope you. You can relax. She was silent, so I took that as a good thing. Acting on instinct, I guided her head to my chest and then placed my hand on her lower back.
Dancing like that was normal. Nothing for anyone to fuss over, including me. Breathing in the peaches scent of hers, I closed my eyes and let the music guide us. Do I need to point out the obvious example? Some people said this book was another Twilight - complete with sappy heroine, paranormal love interest and a shit ton of angst. Honestly, they insulted Twilight with that one. Give me that creepy creeper called Edward Cullen any day over this rude, arrogant piece of work. I'm pretty sure Edward was actually kinda nice to Bella in his weird archaic "I won't shag you before marriage but I will sneak into your room and watch you sleep because that is totally acceptable and normal" way.
Daemon, on the other hand, is an arrogant and downright RUDE dickwad. I'm not even going to pretend to understand the attraction because I don't see it. He also talks to the MC like she's crap he just stepped in, whilst interspersing the abuse with heated kisses and whatnot.
I don't get it. He glanced over my shoulder, then back to me. My name is Katy. I moved next door.
I got that. Something glittered in his green eyes. Not anger, but something else. I took a deep breath. If this dude cut me off one more time…My voice took on the tone my mother used when I was younger and was playing with sharp objects.
He was laughing at me with a healthy dose of condescension. For a moment, all I could do was stare at him. Go figure. This is obviously a bad time. A dark, mocking eyebrow arched again.
I was starting to hate that brow. Maybe thirteen, but my sister has this doll that kinda reminds me of you. All big-eyed and vacant. I reminded him of a doll?
A vacant doll? Warmth burned in my chest, spreading up my throat. Sorry to bother you. Trust me. Or cry. I stopped on the bottom step but refused to turn around and let him see how upset I was. Takes you into Petersburg. Well, maybe you could. They should have things that go in the ground.
That was it. How wrong of me to call you a douchebag. He laughed again and bent his head. A mess of waves fell forward, nearly obscuring his intense green eyes. When I reached my car, I yanked open the door. Tears of anger and embarrassment burnt my eyes.
I shoved the keys into the ignition and threw the car into reverse. Chapter 2 It took the entire drive into Petersburg for me to calm down. Even then there was still a hot mix of anger and humiliation swirling inside me. What the heck was wrong with him? I thought people in small towns were supposed to be nice, not act like the son of Satan. I found Main Street with no problem, which literally seemed to be the main street.
Grocery store options were limited. Saddened by that thought, I headed inside. I was a speed shopper, wasting no time strolling aisles. Soon, my cart was filled to the rim. I am so sorry! I startled you. I do that a lot. She grabbed another one and held it in her slender hands. My first impression of the girl was that she was too beautiful to be standing in a grocery store with a carton of eggs in her hand. She stood out like a sunflower in a field of wheat.
Everyone else was a pale comparison. Her dark hair was curly and longer than mine, reaching her waist. She was tall, thin, and her almost perfect features held a certain innocence. She reminded me of someone, especially those startling green eyes.
I gritted my teeth. What were the odds? She grinned. My name is Dee. A cell phone was lying on top of it. You stopped by…asking for directions?
Daemon—seemed fitting. And of course his sister would be as attractive as him. Why not? Welcome to West Virginia, the land of lost models. I was starting to doubt I was going to fit in here. He told me what you looked liked. Curiosity filled her face as she watched me with her intense green eyes. I looked at her sharply. My brother is moody. Even I want to kill him on days that end with a Y. She went from one topic to the next like someone in bad need of Ritalin. I almost ran home to hug him.
I followed her gaze. The little boy now had a carton of milk in each hand, which reminded me that I needed milk. What are you—? Sometimes being around children was the perfect abstinence program. Then again, not like I needed a program. I carried my milk back to where Dee waited, staring at the floor.
Her fingers twisted over the handle of her cart, squeezing until her knuckles bleached. Strands of hair had I expected to see someone else. Except it was Dee and…me. Confused, I glanced at the woman. I was shocked to see her dark eyes filled with disgust. Pure revulsion, and behind that, in the way her lips pressed into a hard line and trembled, there was also fear.
And she was staring at Dee. Then she gathered the squirmy boy into her arms and hurried off, leaving her cart in the middle of the aisle. I turned to Dee. The locals are weird around here. Anyway, you must be so bored after unpacking and then grocery shopping. I mean, hell could be devised of those two things.
Think of an eternity of unpacking boxes and grocery shopping? Normally, someone like that would wear me out in five seconds, but the excitement in her eyes and the way she kept rocking back on her heels was sort of contagious. I really came to catch you and was sucked down the ice cream aisle. It calls to me. We can check out together. After a few minutes I got past the difficulty of keeping up with her and actually started to relax. I hoped she rubbed off on me. The checkout line moved quicker than it did in larger cities.
Once outside, she stopped next to a new Volkswagen and unlocked the trunk. They had money, obviously, or Dee had a job. There was no telling how late Mom was going to sleep. I sort of felt sorry for her, being that she was related to such a tool. Having a brother like him must suck. Maybe he was just having a bad day.
I swear. Got any plans? You wanna help? I opened the car door and was about to climb in when the feeling of being watched crept over me. All I could think of was Men in Black. The only thing he needed was that little memory-wiper device and a talking dog. When I stepped outside, I found her standing near the steps, rolling back on the heels of her wedge sandals.
The sun cast a halo around her dark head and she had an impish grin on her face. In that moment, she reminded me of a fairy princess. Or maybe a cracked-out Tinker Bell, considering how hyper she was. I shook my head. She looked timid, hugging her elbows. My hips and butt could attest to that. I eat a bag of chips and gain five pounds.
Never been there. Oh, but the beaches. Of course when I first found out, I was like, you have got to be kidding me. We were shocked when we came here. But…a lot of freedom, I guess. My mom is rarely here either.
I used to think that. I knew exactly what she meant. Dark clouds seemed to roll in out of nowhere, casting a shadow across the yard. Dee frowned. They usually last a couple of hours. I guess we better plan to garden tomorrow instead. Are you available? Dee jumped up from the swing, wiping her hands on her pants. Well, I think your mom is up, and I need to wake Daemon. Mom was in the kitchen, coffee in hand. As she faced me, steaming brown liquid sloshed over the counter.
The innocent look on her face gave it away. Grabbing a towel, I walked over to the counter. His name is Daemon. Mom blew softly and then took a sip, eyeing me over the rim. You were listening.
That is what we do. How else am I supposed to know what is going on? I rolled my eyes and turned to go back into the living room. Chapter 3 The day my Internet was hooked up was better than having a hot guy check out my butt and ask for my phone number. It was like coming home.
They had everything needed for me to fix that gross flower bed out front. Back home, we each grabbed a side of a bag and hauled it out of my trunk. She wiped her hands against each other and nodded.
Moving stuff sucks. Dee laughed and twisted her sweat-soaked hair from her neck. She still looked gorgeous, even red- faced and tired. At least now we knew I was too weak to do any real damage. Our idea of a gym is dragging your garbage can to the end of a dirt road or hauling hay. I glanced at her, surprised.
Not likely. Dee and I attacked the weeds with more energy than I thought we had. Later, Dee stared at her chipped nails. Lifting my dirt-stained hands, I winced. My nails were usually chipped. She looked funny in her skirt and wedge sandals, which she insisted were the height of gardening couture, and dragged the rake over to me. She seemed to consider it seriously, scrunching her nose. He had a green thumb. We made a garden up there, together. Did your parents get divorced? Like ever.
Dee paused. When I looked up, she was leaning the rake against the porch. Her entire left arm blurred. I could see the white railing through it. I blinked. Her arm was solid again. You okay? It was whole. Um…my dad, he got sick. It was terminal—in the brain. Seeing things like I did? They started him on chemo and radiation, but everything…went to shit so quickly.
He died about two months later. A new start and all that jazz. In the sunlight, her eyes glistened. Knots formed in my stomach.
Dee twisted around, letting out a sigh. His jeans were rumpled, hair tousled and all over the place. He was on the phone, talking to someone as he rubbed a hand along his jaw. And he was shirtless.
Not even in the winter. And hot damn for me. I started digging several holes in strategic places. My throat felt dry. Beautiful face. Beautiful body. Horrible attitude. It was the holy trinity of hot boys.
Daemon stayed on the phone for about thirty minutes, and his presence had a swamping effect. There was no ignoring him, not even when I had my back to him—I could feel him watching.
My shoulder blades tingled under his heavy stare. Once I glanced over, and he was gone, only to return a few seconds later with a shirt on. I kind of missed the view. She tried to wiggle free, but he held her close. A look of hero-worship filled her eyes as she gazed at him. He should try it more often. Then he glanced over at me and his eyes narrowed, as if he just realized I was there, in my yard.
The smile was completely gone. It seemed pretty obvious considering I was covered with dirt and there were several plants scattered around me. I shrugged and picked up a potted plant. Yanking the plant out of its container, I ripped roots right along with it. Be nice. I think I have a hidden talent. If I had to pick a dream job right now, it would be working with landscaping and the outdoors. Yeah, I sucked butt in the wilderness, but I was at my best with my hands sunk deep into the dirt.
I loved everything about it. The numbing it brought, the way everything smelled earthy and rich, and how a little water and fresh soil could bring life back into something that was faded and dying.
And I was good at it. I watched every show on TLC. I knew where to place plants that needed more sun and ones that thrived in the shadows. There was a layered effect, taller and leafy, sturdier plants in the back and flowers in the front.
All I had to do was put down soil and voila! Daemon arched a brow. My insides tightened. I guess. We rocked this project. Well, Katy rocked it. I kind of just handed her stuff. Rinse and repeat. Kicking puppies? The images I got then were totally R-rated, and I could tell by his smug expression he knew it. I grabbed more mulch. I froze. Pieces of red cedar floated from my fingers.
I knew that. Because I liked Dee, I clamped my mouth shut and started spreading the mulch out. I raised my eyebrows. Casting Dee a look, I grinned.
And you know what? I kind of like being lame. Dee, however, did not. Her delicate hands balled into fists. I like her. His face softened. I wanted to kick Daemon for turning his sister into someone clearly starving for friendships. He cursed under his breath, folding his arms. Dickhead was her brother, after all, but that— that was way too much. Now my hands were clenching into fists. There was a strange look on his face. Or want to. And I mean, right in front of me. It was impossible.
But there he was, towering over me and staring down. The intensity in his eyes sent shivers down my arms. I took one back, and he matched my steps until my back bit into one of the tall trees. Daemon bent his head down, his unnatural green eyes taking up my whole world. Heat rolled off his body. My breath caught.