missed her human form.
“Jimmy!” a pleasant tenor voice called out. I ignored it. Nobody called my brother Jimmy.
“Jimmy! Hey, James, it’s me.”
Crap. I turned slowly and locked eyes with the prettiest man I have ever seen. Not handsome. Pretty. Silky, platinum blond hair—looked natural, too—waving above a button-down collar, a killer tan, wide-set violet (I kid you not, Liz Taylor violet) eyes, full rosy pink lips, and an almost-but-not-quite-too-delicate nose. Body like a dancer, long and lithe. Why had James never brought this guy home? Would an introduction have killed him?
“Hi,” I said with a neutral smile. Best to keep things middle of the road until I figured out how well James knew this guy.
His mouth curled into a pout. “Oh, come on. Is that all you can say? Haven’t you missed me at all?”
Huh? “Uh, sure. How’ve you been?”
He stepped closer, invading my space. I tried to step back but was pulled against his chest. “Horny,” he whispered. “How about you?”
Chapter 8
I pounded on the lab door, breathless from my run. “James! Where are you?”
I’d ditched Pretty Boy with some excuse about a family emergency, told him I’d call him later. He’d pulled a Sharpie out of his pocket and written a phone number on my forearm, so I wouldn’t forget “this time.” Geez.
“ James. Open up .” I kept pounding until I heard a telltale click, then pushed the door open so abruptly it almost flattened Billy’s nose.
“What are you doing here? Where’s James?” I said.
“I came to pick up Molly. James had an errand. What’s wrong with you?”
I shoved the door closed behind us and dropped James’s aura. His clothes swamped me, but I didn’t care.
“James is—” I stopped short.
But Billy was too good at reading me. “Gay? Yeah. What about it?”
“What? You knew? And you never told me?”
He shrugged. “You’re his sister. I assumed you knew. I mean, didn’t you ever wonder why he never brought a girl home?”
“So? I never brought a guy home. I thought he was shy, like me.”
Billy cracked up. I kicked off James’s shoes with enough force to send them across the lab, lifted the too-long legs of his pants with both hands, and started pacing. “Shut up. I didn’t know, okay? Not until about two minutes ago, when one of his boyfriends stuck his tongue down my throat.”
“He’s seeing someone again? Good for him. He was kind of messed up after he broke up with the last guy.”
I plopped onto the nearest chair. “Jesus. Do Mom and Dad know?”
“Of course they do. He told them officially when he was sixteen, but I think they suspected long before that.”
“Thomas? Brian?”
“Yup.”
“Well, that’s just great . Fucking fantastic .”
“What are you so mad about? You have something against gay people?”
“Of course not, you idiot. It’s just … I just…” I stopped, words stuck behind the tears I didn’t want to let fall.
Billy squatted next to me and stroked my cheeks, loosing the stream. “What, then? What is it?”
“Why didn’t he tell me? I thought we were close. Doesn’t he trust me?”
“You are close, in all the ways that matter. Maybe he just didn’t feel comfortable discussing his sex life with his baby sister. Lord knows I don’t talk about mine with my sisters.”
I sniffled. Loudly. “Ha. You don’t have to. They can read about it in the papers.” That wasn’t much of an exaggeration, either, considering some of the high-profile models and actresses he’d dated in the past.
“Oh, good. You’re still jealous. I plan to use that to my advantage. Just so you know.” His fingers slipped to my neck and started making little circles there.
“Are you trying to distract me?”
His lips replaced his hand. “Mmm-hmm. Is it working?”
Yeah, pretty much . I leaned my head to one side to give him better access. “No, of course not.”
He chuckled and nipped my earlobe. “I bought some ice cream
“Jimmy!” a pleasant tenor voice called out. I ignored it. Nobody called my brother Jimmy.
“Jimmy! Hey, James, it’s me.”
Crap. I turned slowly and locked eyes with the prettiest man I have ever seen. Not handsome. Pretty. Silky, platinum blond hair—looked natural, too—waving above a button-down collar, a killer tan, wide-set violet (I kid you not, Liz Taylor violet) eyes, full rosy pink lips, and an almost-but-not-quite-too-delicate nose. Body like a dancer, long and lithe. Why had James never brought this guy home? Would an introduction have killed him?
“Hi,” I said with a neutral smile. Best to keep things middle of the road until I figured out how well James knew this guy.
His mouth curled into a pout. “Oh, come on. Is that all you can say? Haven’t you missed me at all?”
Huh? “Uh, sure. How’ve you been?”
He stepped closer, invading my space. I tried to step back but was pulled against his chest. “Horny,” he whispered. “How about you?”
Chapter 8
I pounded on the lab door, breathless from my run. “James! Where are you?”
I’d ditched Pretty Boy with some excuse about a family emergency, told him I’d call him later. He’d pulled a Sharpie out of his pocket and written a phone number on my forearm, so I wouldn’t forget “this time.” Geez.
“ James. Open up .” I kept pounding until I heard a telltale click, then pushed the door open so abruptly it almost flattened Billy’s nose.
“What are you doing here? Where’s James?” I said.
“I came to pick up Molly. James had an errand. What’s wrong with you?”
I shoved the door closed behind us and dropped James’s aura. His clothes swamped me, but I didn’t care.
“James is—” I stopped short.
But Billy was too good at reading me. “Gay? Yeah. What about it?”
“What? You knew? And you never told me?”
He shrugged. “You’re his sister. I assumed you knew. I mean, didn’t you ever wonder why he never brought a girl home?”
“So? I never brought a guy home. I thought he was shy, like me.”
Billy cracked up. I kicked off James’s shoes with enough force to send them across the lab, lifted the too-long legs of his pants with both hands, and started pacing. “Shut up. I didn’t know, okay? Not until about two minutes ago, when one of his boyfriends stuck his tongue down my throat.”
“He’s seeing someone again? Good for him. He was kind of messed up after he broke up with the last guy.”
I plopped onto the nearest chair. “Jesus. Do Mom and Dad know?”
“Of course they do. He told them officially when he was sixteen, but I think they suspected long before that.”
“Thomas? Brian?”
“Yup.”
“Well, that’s just great . Fucking fantastic .”
“What are you so mad about? You have something against gay people?”
“Of course not, you idiot. It’s just … I just…” I stopped, words stuck behind the tears I didn’t want to let fall.
Billy squatted next to me and stroked my cheeks, loosing the stream. “What, then? What is it?”
“Why didn’t he tell me? I thought we were close. Doesn’t he trust me?”
“You are close, in all the ways that matter. Maybe he just didn’t feel comfortable discussing his sex life with his baby sister. Lord knows I don’t talk about mine with my sisters.”
I sniffled. Loudly. “Ha. You don’t have to. They can read about it in the papers.” That wasn’t much of an exaggeration, either, considering some of the high-profile models and actresses he’d dated in the past.
“Oh, good. You’re still jealous. I plan to use that to my advantage. Just so you know.” His fingers slipped to my neck and started making little circles there.
“Are you trying to distract me?”
His lips replaced his hand. “Mmm-hmm. Is it working?”
Yeah, pretty much . I leaned my head to one side to give him better access. “No, of course not.”
He chuckled and nipped my earlobe. “I bought some ice cream
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