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distraction of rearranging the table. “Let’s eat,” she said, smiling as Dad pulled her chair out for her.
What is going on? When did we become a family from a sappy TV movie? We were way more reality-show material…a really messed-up reality show.
I sat, ignoring the fact that Wyatt sat right beside me. Ignoring his yummy smell…the heat that rolled off of him. Give it a rest, Allie, he’s just sitting there. Instead, I watched my parents. The way Mom blushed when Dad looked at her. The way Dad was looking at her. The way he touched her hand when he passed her the syrup.
I was now officially living in another dimension. I stared at my empty plate.
“What time is the parade?” Dax asked.
“Noon,” Wyatt said. “Should be pretty big, being the hundredth anniversary.”
“I’m excited,” Mom gushed.
Mom is gushing?
“I remember the parade,” Dad said. “Do you kids remember Grandpa Jack? He used to have a longhorn he’d saddle up and ride at the end of the parade. One year, I rode with him. I was about five.”
No snarky comments. No attitude .
Mom laughed. “And I bet you were adorable.” Dad winked at her, all smiles.
I looked at my twin, wondering if he was seeing what I was seeing. Oh, he was, all right. His blue eyes went round, and his fork froze halfway to his mouth. He blinked, then looked at me. I shrugged a little, knowing he’d understand. We did have the twin-speak thing—when we wanted to.
He shoveled his eggs into his mouth and smiled. I sighed. Dork . So he wasn’t worried about the Twilight-Zone display of affection? This was weird. Different. Wrong. One more thing on the crazy list. I shook my head and turned back to the pancake I’d put on my plate. I poked it.
“There’s a dance tonight, too,” Dax added. “Before the rodeo, right? You ready?”
Wyatt didn’t answer, so I made the enormous mistake of looking at him. Mistake because once I started, I couldn’t exactly stop. Even though I really did want to. I did . But for some ridiculous reason, I was noticing how golden his skin was. His hair had light sun-streaks. His eyes were a warm look-at-me copper. And dammit, he was looking back at me.
Great. Perfect. A week of work…down the drain. My heart was lodged in my throat.
“You team rope?” Dad asked.
I blinked . Stop staring, Allie.
“Yes, sir,” Wyatt said, his gaze sliding over my face.
I swallowed. Any time now, Allie.
“So, a busy day.” Mom’s voice was soft.
Right. Mom. Dad. Dax. All here, at the table, with me and…Wyatt. Who I will stop looking at now. Thank God Mom was too googly-eyed over Dad to see my slip. Dad never looked at me, so no worries there. And Dax…Dax was grinning from ear to ear, his eyes bouncing between me and Wyatt. Even better .
“And the bonfire tonight, too? Promise you’ll be careful.” Mom was trying not to sound worried, I could tell.
Bonfire. Rodeo. Dance. Levi. This day gets better and better.
Dad piped up. “Bonfire?”
Mom placed her hand on his arm. “I told them they could go. They’re going together. Wyatt too.” As if he was safe?
Wyatt shifted in his chair, his knee brushing against mine under the table. I felt goose-bumps. Perfect example of how not safe he was. My first instinct was to pull away, but I didn’t want to be a total witch. Wait. I didn’t? That was my thing. If I was a raving bitch, it was a whole lot easier to keep my distance.
His jeans were in bad shape, the knees ripped out on both legs. When he leaned forward for another pancake, his skin pressed against my bare leg. I shivered. Not breathing .
He saw it, my reaction. I saw him see it from the corner of my eye. I frowned at my plate and pulled my leg away.
“So, since it’s a national holiday and all, does that mean we get a break?” Dax asked.
“Absolutely,” Dad answered. “You boys deserve a day off.”
“You all coming to the parade?” Wyatt asked.
“Definitely.” Dad was all enthusiasm. “Dance and
What is going on? When did we become a family from a sappy TV movie? We were way more reality-show material…a really messed-up reality show.
I sat, ignoring the fact that Wyatt sat right beside me. Ignoring his yummy smell…the heat that rolled off of him. Give it a rest, Allie, he’s just sitting there. Instead, I watched my parents. The way Mom blushed when Dad looked at her. The way Dad was looking at her. The way he touched her hand when he passed her the syrup.
I was now officially living in another dimension. I stared at my empty plate.
“What time is the parade?” Dax asked.
“Noon,” Wyatt said. “Should be pretty big, being the hundredth anniversary.”
“I’m excited,” Mom gushed.
Mom is gushing?
“I remember the parade,” Dad said. “Do you kids remember Grandpa Jack? He used to have a longhorn he’d saddle up and ride at the end of the parade. One year, I rode with him. I was about five.”
No snarky comments. No attitude .
Mom laughed. “And I bet you were adorable.” Dad winked at her, all smiles.
I looked at my twin, wondering if he was seeing what I was seeing. Oh, he was, all right. His blue eyes went round, and his fork froze halfway to his mouth. He blinked, then looked at me. I shrugged a little, knowing he’d understand. We did have the twin-speak thing—when we wanted to.
He shoveled his eggs into his mouth and smiled. I sighed. Dork . So he wasn’t worried about the Twilight-Zone display of affection? This was weird. Different. Wrong. One more thing on the crazy list. I shook my head and turned back to the pancake I’d put on my plate. I poked it.
“There’s a dance tonight, too,” Dax added. “Before the rodeo, right? You ready?”
Wyatt didn’t answer, so I made the enormous mistake of looking at him. Mistake because once I started, I couldn’t exactly stop. Even though I really did want to. I did . But for some ridiculous reason, I was noticing how golden his skin was. His hair had light sun-streaks. His eyes were a warm look-at-me copper. And dammit, he was looking back at me.
Great. Perfect. A week of work…down the drain. My heart was lodged in my throat.
“You team rope?” Dad asked.
I blinked . Stop staring, Allie.
“Yes, sir,” Wyatt said, his gaze sliding over my face.
I swallowed. Any time now, Allie.
“So, a busy day.” Mom’s voice was soft.
Right. Mom. Dad. Dax. All here, at the table, with me and…Wyatt. Who I will stop looking at now. Thank God Mom was too googly-eyed over Dad to see my slip. Dad never looked at me, so no worries there. And Dax…Dax was grinning from ear to ear, his eyes bouncing between me and Wyatt. Even better .
“And the bonfire tonight, too? Promise you’ll be careful.” Mom was trying not to sound worried, I could tell.
Bonfire. Rodeo. Dance. Levi. This day gets better and better.
Dad piped up. “Bonfire?”
Mom placed her hand on his arm. “I told them they could go. They’re going together. Wyatt too.” As if he was safe?
Wyatt shifted in his chair, his knee brushing against mine under the table. I felt goose-bumps. Perfect example of how not safe he was. My first instinct was to pull away, but I didn’t want to be a total witch. Wait. I didn’t? That was my thing. If I was a raving bitch, it was a whole lot easier to keep my distance.
His jeans were in bad shape, the knees ripped out on both legs. When he leaned forward for another pancake, his skin pressed against my bare leg. I shivered. Not breathing .
He saw it, my reaction. I saw him see it from the corner of my eye. I frowned at my plate and pulled my leg away.
“So, since it’s a national holiday and all, does that mean we get a break?” Dax asked.
“Absolutely,” Dad answered. “You boys deserve a day off.”
“You all coming to the parade?” Wyatt asked.
“Definitely.” Dad was all enthusiasm. “Dance and
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