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clutches, and he teased her by swiping through the pictures. “So how did Vanna become Ivy?”
“Ivannah is her name. She made us all begin calling her Ivy the summer before high school, when she decided to be a movie star.” She made another grab for her phone, and in that instance, he saw why.
His breath caught, and he knew he should look away from the video in case it was her likeness on the tiny screen…
In case it’s her l
ips on that guy’s junk… And that guy’s mouth on her… Oh, fuck… Okay, there it is. A facial shot. And it’s not her… Thank God
.
The phone flew out of his hand and into hers, and she waded toward the pool incline so fast he had a hard time catching her. “Scarlette, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have.”
“That’s right. You shouldn’t have.”
“But since I did… What was I watching?”
“You don’t know? Really? A big rock star like yourself?”
He rolled his eyes, as usual, hating the mocking way she said
rock star
. Her shields seemed to drop and she asked, “Why is it such a big deal? Guys watch this shit all day.”
“Not all day.” He mumbled the protest. Is that what she was doing with it? Watching it? That was intriguing… And then it hit him. Seth hadn’t been putting on an act in the media room—
Scar
had been watching the Playboy channel. “It’s not a big deal. You’re right. I was just surprised. But only because we grew up together. And it’s really different, seeing you now.”
“I understand completely.” Her stance relaxed, shoulders slumping some from their squared-off-to-battle-posture.
But more than that, he heard it in her tone again. The trace of… aversion. And when she talked on, he wanted only to shut her up.
“It’s been more than strange seeing you the way you are now. With the women and the shit going up your nose—”
Curving his fingertips beneath her chin, he rubbed his thumb over her lips, stifling the rest of whatever she was about to say. Because with every microfiber of his being, he was tired of hearing the disappointment in her voice. Seeing it in her gaze. His eyes fell closed for a second, and he reopened them to an entirely different view.
Standing before him wasn’t a disappointed sister. Standing before him was a beautiful woman, and if he was correctly interpreting the new look in her eyes, she was wet from more than the pool. Her throat moved with a gulp, and he sensed her ‘surrender-versus-scram’ moment.
His phone beeped with an incoming text, and when he automatically looked that way, she took the opportunity to escape. Letting her and the magic of the moment go, he waded back to his cell while calling casually after her, “Rockin’ Reilly’s tomorrow?”
Back on track, boy
.
“Yeah.” She turned and paused for a second. “Oh wait. Crap. I’m supposed to meet Colt tomorrow. I don’t know what I was thinking. You were right. I shouldn’t have said I’d go. I’m here to find Ivy.”
Words he’d have given anything to hear her say the other night. Yet now with the singe of her lush lips still on the callused pad of his thumb, seeing her with someone else was probably exactly what he needed. “Why don’t you get Colt to take you there? To Rockin’ Reilly’s. After all, you just need to see if she’s there or not, right?”
“Right.” She smiled, but the curve of her lips seemed stiff.
Turning his attention to the text, he read, and then re-read the next clue in Ivy’s search.
His instinct was to blurt it out. But when he looked up, she’d disappeared beyond the confines of the house, and he was glad he hadn’t.
Tipping the wine bottle to his lips, he took a glug. He sincerely hoped Rockin Reilly’s would come through, and they wouldn’t have to resort to the destination mentioned in the text. The house on Outpost was not somewhere he ever wanted to think about again.
Chapter 12
T he dark road twisted like a snake up the mountain. With each turn, my stomach knotted up
“Ivannah is her name. She made us all begin calling her Ivy the summer before high school, when she decided to be a movie star.” She made another grab for her phone, and in that instance, he saw why.
His breath caught, and he knew he should look away from the video in case it was her likeness on the tiny screen…
In case it’s her l
ips on that guy’s junk… And that guy’s mouth on her… Oh, fuck… Okay, there it is. A facial shot. And it’s not her… Thank God
.
The phone flew out of his hand and into hers, and she waded toward the pool incline so fast he had a hard time catching her. “Scarlette, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have.”
“That’s right. You shouldn’t have.”
“But since I did… What was I watching?”
“You don’t know? Really? A big rock star like yourself?”
He rolled his eyes, as usual, hating the mocking way she said
rock star
. Her shields seemed to drop and she asked, “Why is it such a big deal? Guys watch this shit all day.”
“Not all day.” He mumbled the protest. Is that what she was doing with it? Watching it? That was intriguing… And then it hit him. Seth hadn’t been putting on an act in the media room—
Scar
had been watching the Playboy channel. “It’s not a big deal. You’re right. I was just surprised. But only because we grew up together. And it’s really different, seeing you now.”
“I understand completely.” Her stance relaxed, shoulders slumping some from their squared-off-to-battle-posture.
But more than that, he heard it in her tone again. The trace of… aversion. And when she talked on, he wanted only to shut her up.
“It’s been more than strange seeing you the way you are now. With the women and the shit going up your nose—”
Curving his fingertips beneath her chin, he rubbed his thumb over her lips, stifling the rest of whatever she was about to say. Because with every microfiber of his being, he was tired of hearing the disappointment in her voice. Seeing it in her gaze. His eyes fell closed for a second, and he reopened them to an entirely different view.
Standing before him wasn’t a disappointed sister. Standing before him was a beautiful woman, and if he was correctly interpreting the new look in her eyes, she was wet from more than the pool. Her throat moved with a gulp, and he sensed her ‘surrender-versus-scram’ moment.
His phone beeped with an incoming text, and when he automatically looked that way, she took the opportunity to escape. Letting her and the magic of the moment go, he waded back to his cell while calling casually after her, “Rockin’ Reilly’s tomorrow?”
Back on track, boy
.
“Yeah.” She turned and paused for a second. “Oh wait. Crap. I’m supposed to meet Colt tomorrow. I don’t know what I was thinking. You were right. I shouldn’t have said I’d go. I’m here to find Ivy.”
Words he’d have given anything to hear her say the other night. Yet now with the singe of her lush lips still on the callused pad of his thumb, seeing her with someone else was probably exactly what he needed. “Why don’t you get Colt to take you there? To Rockin’ Reilly’s. After all, you just need to see if she’s there or not, right?”
“Right.” She smiled, but the curve of her lips seemed stiff.
Turning his attention to the text, he read, and then re-read the next clue in Ivy’s search.
His instinct was to blurt it out. But when he looked up, she’d disappeared beyond the confines of the house, and he was glad he hadn’t.
Tipping the wine bottle to his lips, he took a glug. He sincerely hoped Rockin Reilly’s would come through, and they wouldn’t have to resort to the destination mentioned in the text. The house on Outpost was not somewhere he ever wanted to think about again.
Chapter 12
T he dark road twisted like a snake up the mountain. With each turn, my stomach knotted up
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