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I considered, for all of five seconds, making love to him.
Did that make me a wishy-washy tramp? Maybe. Did it make me real? Absolutely . I judged myself before I could give into the rampant hormones, flattening my hands on his chest.
“Please… let’s just get in the car, please,” I begged softly.
He pulled away to stare down at me on the bed.
As though I’d broken whatever spell had come over him, he released me suddenly, pushing back and climbing to his feet.
“Right.” He turned and grabbed my suitcase, leaving me lying on the bed.
It was five thirty in the morning by the time he pulled into my parents’ driveway. He gathered my bags, walking ahead of me.
“They’re probably sleeping,” I realized. He ignored me and rang the doorbell anyway, and I cringed, looking down at my feet.
My dad answered the door.
I smelled coffee; I knew he was up, reading the news paper, probably on his second cup. He took one look at me, and then Matthew, holding the door open wider.
“Oh, sweetheart.” He opened his arms, and I gave up trying to be brave, finally letting all of my emotions tear me into tears.
“I can’t stay.” Matthew spoke behind me, dropping my bags by the door. “Vivian will fill you in. Bye, Mr. Hale.”
“Matthew,” my dad called, hugging me tighter. “Thank you.”
I turned to see Matthew nod. He gave me one more fleeting look before walking away.
Spellbound
K
It was killing me not to text her.
It was pissing me off that she hadn’t texted me .
It had been two days since she left LA, and twenty-four hours since I’d shown up at my mom’s house in Pennsylvania.
Robin lowered the cup of coffee to the table in front of me, and I thanked her.
“So, let me g et this straight. She left here and went back with Matthew. A month later, she calls you and tells you that she’s pregnant.”
“Right.”
“And that she isn’t sleeping with Matthew, and that she loves you.”
“Right and right.”
She tucked her short, black hair behind her ears, folding her legs beneath her on the chair as she sipped her own coffee. “And you cast her in your movie, and she goes home to Matthew.”
“Rob, this coffee is weak.”
“Fuck off and make it yourself then.” She tapped her long, black fingernail against the kitchen table. “So you’re just going to jump in your Ferrari and drive to Ohio. And do what? ”
“Oversee her acting classes.”
“Bullshit Keat. Come on.”
“I want to know her. Where she came from, who her friends are, who she is.”
“Then you Google her.”
“That’s not enough. I want to meet her parents.”
“She doesn’t even talk to her parents!”
“ How’s Luke?”
The abrupt subject change forced her to roll her eyes. “ Luke is… Luke. Madeline wants to move to Chicago, but he’s not ready. She threatened to leave him. Fucking bitch.”
I wanted to get up, go to the cabinet where I knew my mom kept the liquor, and douse the weak-ass coffee with a shot of vodka. However, I didn’t feel like dealing with the fall-out lecture from Robin.
“Why are you always so… pissy? ” I asked rhetorically, tipping the mug to down the last of the coffee before sliding my chair back. “You need to get out of this small town. Come to LA with me.”
She rolled her eyes, twisting the stud in the top of her ear. “And leave Mom here, alone? Come on.”
I moved behind her, pressing my hands on either side of her head to drop a kiss to her hair.
“You can bring Mom.”
“Oh, right, that’s just what you need. I can see the headlines now. ‘Keaton Thane’s crazy, drunken hillbilly mother crashes red carpet premier.’ That’ll be fucking fantastic.”
“She’s not crazy. She’s an alcoholic. There’s a difference.”
“Not much, and not when she’s not willing to help herself, or admit it.” She set her own coffee down, standing. “Keaton, just let Viv come to you. At this point, she’s got you both wrapped around her little
I considered, for all of five seconds, making love to him.
Did that make me a wishy-washy tramp? Maybe. Did it make me real? Absolutely . I judged myself before I could give into the rampant hormones, flattening my hands on his chest.
“Please… let’s just get in the car, please,” I begged softly.
He pulled away to stare down at me on the bed.
As though I’d broken whatever spell had come over him, he released me suddenly, pushing back and climbing to his feet.
“Right.” He turned and grabbed my suitcase, leaving me lying on the bed.
It was five thirty in the morning by the time he pulled into my parents’ driveway. He gathered my bags, walking ahead of me.
“They’re probably sleeping,” I realized. He ignored me and rang the doorbell anyway, and I cringed, looking down at my feet.
My dad answered the door.
I smelled coffee; I knew he was up, reading the news paper, probably on his second cup. He took one look at me, and then Matthew, holding the door open wider.
“Oh, sweetheart.” He opened his arms, and I gave up trying to be brave, finally letting all of my emotions tear me into tears.
“I can’t stay.” Matthew spoke behind me, dropping my bags by the door. “Vivian will fill you in. Bye, Mr. Hale.”
“Matthew,” my dad called, hugging me tighter. “Thank you.”
I turned to see Matthew nod. He gave me one more fleeting look before walking away.
Spellbound
K
It was killing me not to text her.
It was pissing me off that she hadn’t texted me .
It had been two days since she left LA, and twenty-four hours since I’d shown up at my mom’s house in Pennsylvania.
Robin lowered the cup of coffee to the table in front of me, and I thanked her.
“So, let me g et this straight. She left here and went back with Matthew. A month later, she calls you and tells you that she’s pregnant.”
“Right.”
“And that she isn’t sleeping with Matthew, and that she loves you.”
“Right and right.”
She tucked her short, black hair behind her ears, folding her legs beneath her on the chair as she sipped her own coffee. “And you cast her in your movie, and she goes home to Matthew.”
“Rob, this coffee is weak.”
“Fuck off and make it yourself then.” She tapped her long, black fingernail against the kitchen table. “So you’re just going to jump in your Ferrari and drive to Ohio. And do what? ”
“Oversee her acting classes.”
“Bullshit Keat. Come on.”
“I want to know her. Where she came from, who her friends are, who she is.”
“Then you Google her.”
“That’s not enough. I want to meet her parents.”
“She doesn’t even talk to her parents!”
“ How’s Luke?”
The abrupt subject change forced her to roll her eyes. “ Luke is… Luke. Madeline wants to move to Chicago, but he’s not ready. She threatened to leave him. Fucking bitch.”
I wanted to get up, go to the cabinet where I knew my mom kept the liquor, and douse the weak-ass coffee with a shot of vodka. However, I didn’t feel like dealing with the fall-out lecture from Robin.
“Why are you always so… pissy? ” I asked rhetorically, tipping the mug to down the last of the coffee before sliding my chair back. “You need to get out of this small town. Come to LA with me.”
She rolled her eyes, twisting the stud in the top of her ear. “And leave Mom here, alone? Come on.”
I moved behind her, pressing my hands on either side of her head to drop a kiss to her hair.
“You can bring Mom.”
“Oh, right, that’s just what you need. I can see the headlines now. ‘Keaton Thane’s crazy, drunken hillbilly mother crashes red carpet premier.’ That’ll be fucking fantastic.”
“She’s not crazy. She’s an alcoholic. There’s a difference.”
“Not much, and not when she’s not willing to help herself, or admit it.” She set her own coffee down, standing. “Keaton, just let Viv come to you. At this point, she’s got you both wrapped around her little
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