leaned forward, found the words once more, heat still burning from the unwelcome grope. “I said,” she put some sting into the words, “I don’t want you to touch me like that again.”
“Sure you do.” The fast-moving punk slid one hand up the back of her leg, quickly rounding her curves.
Evie shoved him against the chest. “You’re a jackass!” she yelled over the blaring music. She took off into the crowd, not missing the way Kelly had given her offender a half-smile and shrug.
She pushed her way through the bouncing mass and bolted for the narrow hall, glad to find a bathroom close by. Kelly followed her in, the music muffling as she closed the door behind them.
“Did you see that guy?” Evie asked.
“Yeah, he was hot.”
“Not his face–his hands. He was all over me.”
“Well, when they look like that…” Kelly left it there, grinning like the devil herself.
Evie shook her head and laughed. “You are so bad,” she said. “If it doesn’t bother you then you can have him.”
“It wasn’t me he was after,” Kelly said.
Evie glanced in the mirror, wondering if her clothing selection for the night was sending the wrong idea. “Well, I’m going to keep my distance. This is worse than the club.”
Noise flooded the bathroom as they pulled open the door once more. “Let’s grab a drink and check this place out,” Kelly said over the music.
Evie glanced toward the front door as they approached the tables. “It’ll really suck if he doesn’t come.”
“He’ll come,” Kelly said, filling her plastic cup.
After pouring herself a Coke, Evie looped her arm around Kelly’s. “I can’t wait to see more of this house.” As they headed up the steep, winding staircase, she eyed the balcony above, the many doors along the hallway. Several of them were closed.
“Do you think it’s too early to worry about interrupting people?” Evie asked.
Kelly shrugged. “It’s probably never too early.” They toured the top level of the home, peeking only in the rooms with open doors.
“These rooms are huge,” Evie said, enjoying the old fashioned charm of the home. As they headed back down the staircase, Evie saw the front door creak open. A large group of gabby girls stepped in from the dark night, and Evie sighed. Where is he?
Kelly gripped her arm as they rounded the foyer, answering her silent question. “Calvin’s here.” She motioned toward the kitchen.
Dressed in black denim and a grey polo shirt, Calvin strode toward them. There was no hiding her smile as she saw him. The gentle kindness on his face, the spark of mischief in his eyes, everything about him was entirely alluring.
Elated to see him, Evie wrapped her arms around his neck, inhaling the heavenly scent of crisp, woodsy pine. “You’re here,” she said, not caring that she’d hugged him so boldly.
Calvin wrapped his arms around her waist in return. “I’m glad to see you too.”
“Not to interrupt you lovebirds, but I’m going to go dance,” Kelly said.
Evie released her hold on Calvin. “Alright. We’ll be in there in a minute.” She turned to him. “Where’s your brother?”
He looked over his shoulder. “That’s a good question.”
“Light of day, or dark of night?” Evie tossed the slip of paper onto the heap of others and looked at Calvin expectedly. “Well?”
Darkness loomed around him. Crickets nearly quit chirping as if waiting for him to answer as well. She was certain he’d say he preferred the dark of night to the day.
“It depends,” he said. “I like them both for different reasons.”
Kelly piped up. “Yeah. That one’s not very revealing, anyway. Draw a different one.” A mild wind kicked up, made warm by the space heaters surrounding the deck.
Evie reached her hand into the jar of scraps once more, snagged a folded edge between her fingers, and opened the tiny slip. She felt her face heat up as she read over it silently. “I thought these were supposed to be
“Sure you do.” The fast-moving punk slid one hand up the back of her leg, quickly rounding her curves.
Evie shoved him against the chest. “You’re a jackass!” she yelled over the blaring music. She took off into the crowd, not missing the way Kelly had given her offender a half-smile and shrug.
She pushed her way through the bouncing mass and bolted for the narrow hall, glad to find a bathroom close by. Kelly followed her in, the music muffling as she closed the door behind them.
“Did you see that guy?” Evie asked.
“Yeah, he was hot.”
“Not his face–his hands. He was all over me.”
“Well, when they look like that…” Kelly left it there, grinning like the devil herself.
Evie shook her head and laughed. “You are so bad,” she said. “If it doesn’t bother you then you can have him.”
“It wasn’t me he was after,” Kelly said.
Evie glanced in the mirror, wondering if her clothing selection for the night was sending the wrong idea. “Well, I’m going to keep my distance. This is worse than the club.”
Noise flooded the bathroom as they pulled open the door once more. “Let’s grab a drink and check this place out,” Kelly said over the music.
Evie glanced toward the front door as they approached the tables. “It’ll really suck if he doesn’t come.”
“He’ll come,” Kelly said, filling her plastic cup.
After pouring herself a Coke, Evie looped her arm around Kelly’s. “I can’t wait to see more of this house.” As they headed up the steep, winding staircase, she eyed the balcony above, the many doors along the hallway. Several of them were closed.
“Do you think it’s too early to worry about interrupting people?” Evie asked.
Kelly shrugged. “It’s probably never too early.” They toured the top level of the home, peeking only in the rooms with open doors.
“These rooms are huge,” Evie said, enjoying the old fashioned charm of the home. As they headed back down the staircase, Evie saw the front door creak open. A large group of gabby girls stepped in from the dark night, and Evie sighed. Where is he?
Kelly gripped her arm as they rounded the foyer, answering her silent question. “Calvin’s here.” She motioned toward the kitchen.
Dressed in black denim and a grey polo shirt, Calvin strode toward them. There was no hiding her smile as she saw him. The gentle kindness on his face, the spark of mischief in his eyes, everything about him was entirely alluring.
Elated to see him, Evie wrapped her arms around his neck, inhaling the heavenly scent of crisp, woodsy pine. “You’re here,” she said, not caring that she’d hugged him so boldly.
Calvin wrapped his arms around her waist in return. “I’m glad to see you too.”
“Not to interrupt you lovebirds, but I’m going to go dance,” Kelly said.
Evie released her hold on Calvin. “Alright. We’ll be in there in a minute.” She turned to him. “Where’s your brother?”
He looked over his shoulder. “That’s a good question.”
“Light of day, or dark of night?” Evie tossed the slip of paper onto the heap of others and looked at Calvin expectedly. “Well?”
Darkness loomed around him. Crickets nearly quit chirping as if waiting for him to answer as well. She was certain he’d say he preferred the dark of night to the day.
“It depends,” he said. “I like them both for different reasons.”
Kelly piped up. “Yeah. That one’s not very revealing, anyway. Draw a different one.” A mild wind kicked up, made warm by the space heaters surrounding the deck.
Evie reached her hand into the jar of scraps once more, snagged a folded edge between her fingers, and opened the tiny slip. She felt her face heat up as she read over it silently. “I thought these were supposed to be
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