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to know that—”
“NO!” Dax practically roared. “He doesn’t need to know shit about that asshole.”
“What asshole?” Dare straightened, his eyes darkening to shade I’d never seen in nature. “Dalia…is someone bothering you? Did someone hurt you?”
“It’s not that.” She shook her head, focused on a broken tile by her foot. “Some guy’s been hanging around…watching the house.”
“Dad,” Dare said, his face turning to stone.
Dax groaned. “God, why did you have to open your big, fat mouth?”
No. I was wrong. Dare’s eyes could get darker. “Someone you recognized?”
She didn’t look up. “No, but I’m scared, Dare. What if he—” She couldn’t finish the sentence.
Dare stood eerily still as silence filled the room. “Does Mom know?” he finally said.
“No.” Dalia shook her head. I noticed that her thin, bony shoulders were shaking.
“Good.” Dare nodded. “Don’t say anything to her. I mean it.”
“Are we going to have to move again?” Dax asked, looking defeated at the thought.
“I don’t know. Don’t worry about it. I’ll deal with it.” Dare ran a hand through his hair, his fingers yanking and tugging at the roots. “What else?”
Dax’s brow furrowed. “What else?”
“What else needs dealing with?” Dare’s tone was curt. “I have to get going, so what else?” His body hummed with tension. The playfulness from before was gone.
“Can you fix the sink in the bathroom?” Dalia said quietly. “It’s leaking again and Dax’s half-assed solution has been to keep putting more and more duct tape over the crack.”
Dare turned to me. “Do you mind waiting a few more minutes, Reagan? If you—”
“No.” I said a little too quickly. “Not at all. Go ahead.”
Truthfully, even given the turn in conversation, I wouldn’t have minded staying inside this house forever.
eleven
W e drove back to Dare’s place in silence. Forty minutes of nothing but the radio and raindrops pounding the roof. Although he was trying not to show it, I could tell that he was worried. About what, I didn’t know, but I knew it had something to do with his father.
When I stopped in front of his place—a small, rundown warehouse-turned-studio-lofts—Dare said, “Thanks for today.”
I shook my head. “Trust me, you don’t owe me any thanks for anything. You have no car because of me.”
“Yeah, well...” He shrugged. “We’re even now.”
“We’re not. You need a car. The mechanic—”
“I don’t need your charity, Reagan,” he said, eyes blazing. “I can figure out my own shit. Get home safe and try not to kill anyone else, okay?” He opened the door and swung his legs out.
“Wait!” I grabbed his arm, not wanting him to leave, but not knowing how to ask for him to stay.
I didn’t do this.
“Reagan.” My name was a goodbye. “You just witnessed firsthand how fucked up my life is.” He held a hand out toward my red Mercedes, then up at his dilapidated building. “Go home.”
“Go home to my parents’ penthouse where I belong?” I shot back. “Is that what you mean?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to.” He didn’t HAVE to speak the literal words. His tone made it perfectly clear.
“Thank you for the ride,” he repeated before turning to leave. “I really appreciate the gesture of goodwill. We’re square, Reagan. Really.”
I sat in the car and watched him walk away, then put it into gear. I started to inch it forward, but couldn’t do it. I couldn’t just drive away. So I pulled into a parking spot, got out, and stared at his building.
I stalked toward it. Then back to my car. Building again.
Shit.
There was nothing like standing in the pouring rain in front of a guy’s place. A guy your brain knew was wrong for you in every way even if, deep inside, he felt more right than anyone you’d ever met.
I wasn’t THAT girl. I didn’t do this. I never got attached, never stayed interested in
“NO!” Dax practically roared. “He doesn’t need to know shit about that asshole.”
“What asshole?” Dare straightened, his eyes darkening to shade I’d never seen in nature. “Dalia…is someone bothering you? Did someone hurt you?”
“It’s not that.” She shook her head, focused on a broken tile by her foot. “Some guy’s been hanging around…watching the house.”
“Dad,” Dare said, his face turning to stone.
Dax groaned. “God, why did you have to open your big, fat mouth?”
No. I was wrong. Dare’s eyes could get darker. “Someone you recognized?”
She didn’t look up. “No, but I’m scared, Dare. What if he—” She couldn’t finish the sentence.
Dare stood eerily still as silence filled the room. “Does Mom know?” he finally said.
“No.” Dalia shook her head. I noticed that her thin, bony shoulders were shaking.
“Good.” Dare nodded. “Don’t say anything to her. I mean it.”
“Are we going to have to move again?” Dax asked, looking defeated at the thought.
“I don’t know. Don’t worry about it. I’ll deal with it.” Dare ran a hand through his hair, his fingers yanking and tugging at the roots. “What else?”
Dax’s brow furrowed. “What else?”
“What else needs dealing with?” Dare’s tone was curt. “I have to get going, so what else?” His body hummed with tension. The playfulness from before was gone.
“Can you fix the sink in the bathroom?” Dalia said quietly. “It’s leaking again and Dax’s half-assed solution has been to keep putting more and more duct tape over the crack.”
Dare turned to me. “Do you mind waiting a few more minutes, Reagan? If you—”
“No.” I said a little too quickly. “Not at all. Go ahead.”
Truthfully, even given the turn in conversation, I wouldn’t have minded staying inside this house forever.
eleven
W e drove back to Dare’s place in silence. Forty minutes of nothing but the radio and raindrops pounding the roof. Although he was trying not to show it, I could tell that he was worried. About what, I didn’t know, but I knew it had something to do with his father.
When I stopped in front of his place—a small, rundown warehouse-turned-studio-lofts—Dare said, “Thanks for today.”
I shook my head. “Trust me, you don’t owe me any thanks for anything. You have no car because of me.”
“Yeah, well...” He shrugged. “We’re even now.”
“We’re not. You need a car. The mechanic—”
“I don’t need your charity, Reagan,” he said, eyes blazing. “I can figure out my own shit. Get home safe and try not to kill anyone else, okay?” He opened the door and swung his legs out.
“Wait!” I grabbed his arm, not wanting him to leave, but not knowing how to ask for him to stay.
I didn’t do this.
“Reagan.” My name was a goodbye. “You just witnessed firsthand how fucked up my life is.” He held a hand out toward my red Mercedes, then up at his dilapidated building. “Go home.”
“Go home to my parents’ penthouse where I belong?” I shot back. “Is that what you mean?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to.” He didn’t HAVE to speak the literal words. His tone made it perfectly clear.
“Thank you for the ride,” he repeated before turning to leave. “I really appreciate the gesture of goodwill. We’re square, Reagan. Really.”
I sat in the car and watched him walk away, then put it into gear. I started to inch it forward, but couldn’t do it. I couldn’t just drive away. So I pulled into a parking spot, got out, and stared at his building.
I stalked toward it. Then back to my car. Building again.
Shit.
There was nothing like standing in the pouring rain in front of a guy’s place. A guy your brain knew was wrong for you in every way even if, deep inside, he felt more right than anyone you’d ever met.
I wasn’t THAT girl. I didn’t do this. I never got attached, never stayed interested in
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