face staring down at her. Flat top, chiseled jawline, and strong shoulders. It was the guy from the beach.
“You can put me down now. I’m fine.” Gaby muttered to the guy still holding her in his arms.
Her feet touched the ground and she swayed clutching his shoulder pads.
“You can lean on me as long as you like.” He flashed a broad white smile at her.
“Let her go.”
Gaby frowned at the stress in Sammy’s voice.
“I’m just trying to help. Is this the thanks I get for saving your new cheerleader?”
“I didn’t need saving, but thanks.” Gaby pushed free of his arms and stood on wobbly legs.
Although, the other girls swooned around him, it was obvious Sammy didn’t like this guy. So Gaby stepped back and really looked at him. Seconds later, she joined Sammy in disliking him. He had an air about him that reeked of arrogance with a hint of cruelty. Yeah, he was built and good-looking, but almost too muscular and stone cold.
“You’re the new girl who moved into that house the old couple died in, aren’t you?” Another football player stood beside him with a similar flattop and strong build.
“Yes. And you’re the obnoxious guy wearing the letter jacket in a hundred degrees that I met at the beach, aren’t you?”
“Yep, that’s me, football extraordinaire.” He posed like an old statue Gaby had seen in an art book. One arm stretched out and the other flexing his bicep. “How do you feel about living in an old haunted house secluded from everything? They say no one could hear the old couple’s screams before their mysterious death.”
“That’s enough Gremory .” Sammy moved closer with hands on her hips.
“Aren’t you worried someone will try to hurt you in the middle of the night? If they did, no one would hear you scream.” Gremory took a defiant step toward her. Forras grinned encouragement.
“No, not really, I’m not a screamer.”
Both guys laughed as if she’d said something funny.
“I’m more of a shooter. Someone enters my house I won’t be cowering in a corner. As the saying goes, I’ll shoot first and ask questions later.” Annoyance bubbled to the surface.
Forras raised his eyebrows. “Spunky, I like that. Are you any good?”
“I can put a bullet in the center of that zero on the back of your helmet from the other side of the field.”
“Well, I guess you need to come hunting with us next time.”
“She will not.” Sammy chimed in.
Gaby didn’t miss Sammy’s worried tone. “I don’t hunt for the sport of it.”
“You must practice somehow if you’re that good, of course if you’re telling the truth.”
“You’re right. I practice on rude football players who think too highly of themselves.”
“Come on Gaby it’s time to go.” Sammy tugged on her arm before she noticed Alexander charging at them with eyes narrowed and fists clinched tight.
“Yeah, I think you’re right.” She grabbed her bag and headed toward Alexander.
Forras and Gremory stood behind them on the field, laughing and heckling.
“Sure is a spunky little girlfriend you’ve got there Alex.”
Sammy grabbed Alexander’s arm and pushed him toward the candy apple red nineteen sixty-seven Mustang waiting beside the field.
Gaby smiled. It was one of her dad’s favorite cars.
Alexander opened the passenger door and Sammy jumped in the back seat before Gaby could say anything. Alex pulled the seat back straight and waved her in then closed the door.
Sammy clutched her shoulder. “Gaby, you were great.”
Alex slid into the driver’s seat “What did she do?”
“She threatened to shoot Forras if he ever—”
“I didn’t threaten him, exactly.” Gaby toyed with a string on her shorts.
The tires spun up gravel as they headed for the short mile home on Highway Nine.
“Well, still, you told him.” Sammy slapped the back of the seat.
As he pulled to a stop in front of her home and with the engine still idling, Sammy mumbled something and pushed the
“You can put me down now. I’m fine.” Gaby muttered to the guy still holding her in his arms.
Her feet touched the ground and she swayed clutching his shoulder pads.
“You can lean on me as long as you like.” He flashed a broad white smile at her.
“Let her go.”
Gaby frowned at the stress in Sammy’s voice.
“I’m just trying to help. Is this the thanks I get for saving your new cheerleader?”
“I didn’t need saving, but thanks.” Gaby pushed free of his arms and stood on wobbly legs.
Although, the other girls swooned around him, it was obvious Sammy didn’t like this guy. So Gaby stepped back and really looked at him. Seconds later, she joined Sammy in disliking him. He had an air about him that reeked of arrogance with a hint of cruelty. Yeah, he was built and good-looking, but almost too muscular and stone cold.
“You’re the new girl who moved into that house the old couple died in, aren’t you?” Another football player stood beside him with a similar flattop and strong build.
“Yes. And you’re the obnoxious guy wearing the letter jacket in a hundred degrees that I met at the beach, aren’t you?”
“Yep, that’s me, football extraordinaire.” He posed like an old statue Gaby had seen in an art book. One arm stretched out and the other flexing his bicep. “How do you feel about living in an old haunted house secluded from everything? They say no one could hear the old couple’s screams before their mysterious death.”
“That’s enough Gremory .” Sammy moved closer with hands on her hips.
“Aren’t you worried someone will try to hurt you in the middle of the night? If they did, no one would hear you scream.” Gremory took a defiant step toward her. Forras grinned encouragement.
“No, not really, I’m not a screamer.”
Both guys laughed as if she’d said something funny.
“I’m more of a shooter. Someone enters my house I won’t be cowering in a corner. As the saying goes, I’ll shoot first and ask questions later.” Annoyance bubbled to the surface.
Forras raised his eyebrows. “Spunky, I like that. Are you any good?”
“I can put a bullet in the center of that zero on the back of your helmet from the other side of the field.”
“Well, I guess you need to come hunting with us next time.”
“She will not.” Sammy chimed in.
Gaby didn’t miss Sammy’s worried tone. “I don’t hunt for the sport of it.”
“You must practice somehow if you’re that good, of course if you’re telling the truth.”
“You’re right. I practice on rude football players who think too highly of themselves.”
“Come on Gaby it’s time to go.” Sammy tugged on her arm before she noticed Alexander charging at them with eyes narrowed and fists clinched tight.
“Yeah, I think you’re right.” She grabbed her bag and headed toward Alexander.
Forras and Gremory stood behind them on the field, laughing and heckling.
“Sure is a spunky little girlfriend you’ve got there Alex.”
Sammy grabbed Alexander’s arm and pushed him toward the candy apple red nineteen sixty-seven Mustang waiting beside the field.
Gaby smiled. It was one of her dad’s favorite cars.
Alexander opened the passenger door and Sammy jumped in the back seat before Gaby could say anything. Alex pulled the seat back straight and waved her in then closed the door.
Sammy clutched her shoulder. “Gaby, you were great.”
Alex slid into the driver’s seat “What did she do?”
“She threatened to shoot Forras if he ever—”
“I didn’t threaten him, exactly.” Gaby toyed with a string on her shorts.
The tires spun up gravel as they headed for the short mile home on Highway Nine.
“Well, still, you told him.” Sammy slapped the back of the seat.
As he pulled to a stop in front of her home and with the engine still idling, Sammy mumbled something and pushed the
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