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Authors: Lauren Hawkeye, Tawny Stokes
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how could I forget?”
“Well… Theo said some things about Allegra that I didn’t like.”
“What kinds of things?” He eyes me, but I’m pretty sure by the look on his face he knows exactly what I’m talking about.
“Things no brother should say or think about his sister.” I bite the words out. They taste dark and bitter.
Tristan just shakes his head. “I always thought he wasn’t quite right in the head.”
“Really?” This is news to me.
“Yeah, the couple of times I met him, he just… rubbed me wrong.” Tristan looks at me from the corner of his eye.
“Oh, he didn’t rub you the right way?” I can’t help the knee-jerk insult—it’s how we communicate. It’s not the best time to laugh but I can’t keep it in. Tristan’s face is way too serious for me. It’s not a look I often see on my carefree friend, who is so laid back he sometimes seems like he’s going in reverse.
Tristan punches me in the arm. I know he pulled back, but damn if it didn’t still sting. I resist the urge to rub at it. Don’t want him to know he got me good.
Jesus. I’m not exactly lacking in the muscle department, but each of his biceps are the size of my head.
“Can we go now?”
Without a word, he drives away from the curb and we continue on our way.
The house is dark when we pull up, and I’m glad—less people awake to notice a strange car parked on the street. I check my watch. It’s only eleven o’clock. Maybe Allegra took my advice and is back in the suite that I booked for her—the one right next to mine. Maybe she’s at least at a friend’s house.
Knowing her, though, I doubt it. She wouldn’t be her if she did what I told her to do.
“Now what?”
“I don’t know. Wait, I guess.”
“For what?”
“You’re annoying me.”
Tristan laughs. “You’re an idiot. You don’t even have a plan.”
“What do you want me to do? Go up and ring the bell and see if Theo is home then punch him in the face if he is?” I’m annoyed because he’s right. And I always have a plan. But Allegra throws everything that I know to be true out the window.
“It would beat just sitting here like a couple of creepy old men.” Tristan whistles, and I barely resist the urge to punch him.
“I just need to know if Allegra is home and safe. That’s all.”
“Call her.”
I huff. “I have, dumbass. Several times, but she’s not answering her phone.”
“What did you do to piss her off?”
I glare at him, wondering now why I invited him along. Oh yeah, right, I needed an unrecognizable car just in case Allegra looked out the window, and a voice of reason in case I decided to do something stupid. I should’ve remembered that Tristan has no voice of reason inside his buffed-up body and brain.
“You slept with her, didn’t you?” Tristan crows. God, I hate him. Not really. But kinda.
“Not open for discussion.” Scowling, I slam open the car door. “I’m going around back to see if she’s home.”
Tristan gets out too and whispers loudly. “You did, you motherfucker. I want details.” He follows me around to the backyard.
I don’t answer him but push through the thick hedges. A bramble scratches at the back of my hand, leaving a nice long red line. I’m going to start itching soon. After living here for a few weeks, I found out that I was allergic to the sap in the bushes. I’d escaped through them often enough.
Once we’re in the back, I look up at her bedroom window. It’s dark too. But she has to be home. Where else would she go?
I have to know. It’s going to kill me if I don’t. I can’t go back to the hotel now. I’ve crossed a line and I can’t go back.
“Give me a boost.” My voice is grim. If only my employees back in New York could see me now.
Tristan gives me his wide-eyes. “What? Are you crazy?”
“Just do it.” I push him toward the house so I can climb onto his back, then shoulders. That should give me enough lift to be able to climb onto the edge
“Well… Theo said some things about Allegra that I didn’t like.”
“What kinds of things?” He eyes me, but I’m pretty sure by the look on his face he knows exactly what I’m talking about.
“Things no brother should say or think about his sister.” I bite the words out. They taste dark and bitter.
Tristan just shakes his head. “I always thought he wasn’t quite right in the head.”
“Really?” This is news to me.
“Yeah, the couple of times I met him, he just… rubbed me wrong.” Tristan looks at me from the corner of his eye.
“Oh, he didn’t rub you the right way?” I can’t help the knee-jerk insult—it’s how we communicate. It’s not the best time to laugh but I can’t keep it in. Tristan’s face is way too serious for me. It’s not a look I often see on my carefree friend, who is so laid back he sometimes seems like he’s going in reverse.
Tristan punches me in the arm. I know he pulled back, but damn if it didn’t still sting. I resist the urge to rub at it. Don’t want him to know he got me good.
Jesus. I’m not exactly lacking in the muscle department, but each of his biceps are the size of my head.
“Can we go now?”
Without a word, he drives away from the curb and we continue on our way.
The house is dark when we pull up, and I’m glad—less people awake to notice a strange car parked on the street. I check my watch. It’s only eleven o’clock. Maybe Allegra took my advice and is back in the suite that I booked for her—the one right next to mine. Maybe she’s at least at a friend’s house.
Knowing her, though, I doubt it. She wouldn’t be her if she did what I told her to do.
“Now what?”
“I don’t know. Wait, I guess.”
“For what?”
“You’re annoying me.”
Tristan laughs. “You’re an idiot. You don’t even have a plan.”
“What do you want me to do? Go up and ring the bell and see if Theo is home then punch him in the face if he is?” I’m annoyed because he’s right. And I always have a plan. But Allegra throws everything that I know to be true out the window.
“It would beat just sitting here like a couple of creepy old men.” Tristan whistles, and I barely resist the urge to punch him.
“I just need to know if Allegra is home and safe. That’s all.”
“Call her.”
I huff. “I have, dumbass. Several times, but she’s not answering her phone.”
“What did you do to piss her off?”
I glare at him, wondering now why I invited him along. Oh yeah, right, I needed an unrecognizable car just in case Allegra looked out the window, and a voice of reason in case I decided to do something stupid. I should’ve remembered that Tristan has no voice of reason inside his buffed-up body and brain.
“You slept with her, didn’t you?” Tristan crows. God, I hate him. Not really. But kinda.
“Not open for discussion.” Scowling, I slam open the car door. “I’m going around back to see if she’s home.”
Tristan gets out too and whispers loudly. “You did, you motherfucker. I want details.” He follows me around to the backyard.
I don’t answer him but push through the thick hedges. A bramble scratches at the back of my hand, leaving a nice long red line. I’m going to start itching soon. After living here for a few weeks, I found out that I was allergic to the sap in the bushes. I’d escaped through them often enough.
Once we’re in the back, I look up at her bedroom window. It’s dark too. But she has to be home. Where else would she go?
I have to know. It’s going to kill me if I don’t. I can’t go back to the hotel now. I’ve crossed a line and I can’t go back.
“Give me a boost.” My voice is grim. If only my employees back in New York could see me now.
Tristan gives me his wide-eyes. “What? Are you crazy?”
“Just do it.” I push him toward the house so I can climb onto his back, then shoulders. That should give me enough lift to be able to climb onto the edge
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