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over her shoulder and gave me a seductive smile. “I look forward to getting to know you much better.” Then she winked and was gone as suddenly as she’d appeared.
What the fuck?
That was crazy.
Cat turned her expressionless eyes to me. “That wasn’t as bad as it could have been,” she said flatly.
I didn’t know what to say. It’s not like I was a great communicator under the best of circumstances, and these were certainly not the best of circumstances. So, instead of trying to wax poetic over the clusterfuck that was my introduction to Angelica James, I opted to wrap my arms around Cat and pull her close to me. I hoped that I could communicate what I was feeling, in a way I could never do with words, by just holding her.
Cat’s breasts pushed against me as she sighed heavily and then stepped back, looking up into my face. Her stare was vacant and blank as she said in a robotic-like tone, “We should get downstairs. She’ll send someone else in a few minutes if we don’t get down there.”
I nodded and leaned down giving her a quick kiss on her forehead, ignoring every protective instinct in my body to pick her up and drag her out of here caveman style. To take her back to Arcata, away from this Twilight Zone of Insanity. I had no idea how I was going to make it through the next few days and keep my anger, my rage, under control, but I had to figure it out. One thing I knew more than ever, now, was that Cat needed me here. She needed someone on her side. I couldn’t let her face this… her mother, alone. I just needed to keep my shit under control and try not to make any waves that would rock the boat for Cat.
How I was going to do that…? I had no fucking idea.
Chapter 7
Cat
Eyes like knives
Sharp
I feel the points
Blades
I feel the edges
You ought to be looking out for me
Instead
You’re looking over me
Wishing I were gone
Or maybe
Just invisible
So that you would shine the brightest
Don’t you see you already do?
Cat Nichols, Age 12
I slowly walked down the front hallway stairs feeling totally numb. I felt Jace’s hand on my lower back, his strong presence right behind me. It should have given me strength. And maybe it did, but I couldn’t focus on anything other than putting one foot in front of the other in that moment.
Of course, dealing with my mother’s accident was the thing I had come here to do, the whole purpose of my visit. But I had pictured things like standing by her hospital bed as she was safely sedated, the drugs sandpapering off the sharp edges. Or, alternately, just waiting quietly in the background during a press conference while she vamped for cameras. I certainly had not been prepared for her bursting in on Jace and me after we’d just…
That had not been on my itinerary, but it had been a wake-up call.
“These are different stairs than we came up, right?” he asked, his voice hushed. I understood the impulse to speak quietly in this part of the house. The cavernous size combined with the formal furnishings gave the impression of being in a library or a courtroom.
“This is the main part of the house. It’s where my mother mainly stays,” I explained, my voice at a normal volume. I’d long ago learned not to give the size of this house too much power. It’s just a house. I forced myself to act normally no matter where in the house I was. “I avoid this part of the house as much as possible. I hardly ever come in here. If it were up to me, I would spend my time between the kitchen, my room, and the beach out back.”
“Yeah, I can see why.”
Glancing over my shoulder, I noticed that Jace’s eyes were scanning everything from the Italian-marble floors, the chandelier, the ornate banister, the oil paintings, to the crown molding. His body was tense like he was on alert. It appeared like he was waiting for someone to jump out and overtake us in an ambush. As sexy as I thought his posturing was, I didn’t want him to feel like we were going
What the fuck?
That was crazy.
Cat turned her expressionless eyes to me. “That wasn’t as bad as it could have been,” she said flatly.
I didn’t know what to say. It’s not like I was a great communicator under the best of circumstances, and these were certainly not the best of circumstances. So, instead of trying to wax poetic over the clusterfuck that was my introduction to Angelica James, I opted to wrap my arms around Cat and pull her close to me. I hoped that I could communicate what I was feeling, in a way I could never do with words, by just holding her.
Cat’s breasts pushed against me as she sighed heavily and then stepped back, looking up into my face. Her stare was vacant and blank as she said in a robotic-like tone, “We should get downstairs. She’ll send someone else in a few minutes if we don’t get down there.”
I nodded and leaned down giving her a quick kiss on her forehead, ignoring every protective instinct in my body to pick her up and drag her out of here caveman style. To take her back to Arcata, away from this Twilight Zone of Insanity. I had no idea how I was going to make it through the next few days and keep my anger, my rage, under control, but I had to figure it out. One thing I knew more than ever, now, was that Cat needed me here. She needed someone on her side. I couldn’t let her face this… her mother, alone. I just needed to keep my shit under control and try not to make any waves that would rock the boat for Cat.
How I was going to do that…? I had no fucking idea.
Chapter 7
Cat
Eyes like knives
Sharp
I feel the points
Blades
I feel the edges
You ought to be looking out for me
Instead
You’re looking over me
Wishing I were gone
Or maybe
Just invisible
So that you would shine the brightest
Don’t you see you already do?
Cat Nichols, Age 12
I slowly walked down the front hallway stairs feeling totally numb. I felt Jace’s hand on my lower back, his strong presence right behind me. It should have given me strength. And maybe it did, but I couldn’t focus on anything other than putting one foot in front of the other in that moment.
Of course, dealing with my mother’s accident was the thing I had come here to do, the whole purpose of my visit. But I had pictured things like standing by her hospital bed as she was safely sedated, the drugs sandpapering off the sharp edges. Or, alternately, just waiting quietly in the background during a press conference while she vamped for cameras. I certainly had not been prepared for her bursting in on Jace and me after we’d just…
That had not been on my itinerary, but it had been a wake-up call.
“These are different stairs than we came up, right?” he asked, his voice hushed. I understood the impulse to speak quietly in this part of the house. The cavernous size combined with the formal furnishings gave the impression of being in a library or a courtroom.
“This is the main part of the house. It’s where my mother mainly stays,” I explained, my voice at a normal volume. I’d long ago learned not to give the size of this house too much power. It’s just a house. I forced myself to act normally no matter where in the house I was. “I avoid this part of the house as much as possible. I hardly ever come in here. If it were up to me, I would spend my time between the kitchen, my room, and the beach out back.”
“Yeah, I can see why.”
Glancing over my shoulder, I noticed that Jace’s eyes were scanning everything from the Italian-marble floors, the chandelier, the ornate banister, the oil paintings, to the crown molding. His body was tense like he was on alert. It appeared like he was waiting for someone to jump out and overtake us in an ambush. As sexy as I thought his posturing was, I didn’t want him to feel like we were going
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