That would all change at college, I was sure. I’d meet someone fantastic and fall in love. That had always been my plan, what I’d dreamed of when no one invited me to dances. I was going to be a late bloomer but I was going to bloom spectacularly.
Glancing around, I spotted a trash can a couple of feet away. I crushed the cup and lobbed it—
Missed. For some reason it irritated me. I should be able to hit a trash can. I wandered over, bent down to pick up the cup. The world spun and I staggered back a couple of steps.
“Whoa, brainiac. Careful.” A strong hand gripped my upper arm, steadied me, and managed to send a shiver of awareness through me.
I jerked my head up to find myself staring up at Fletcher Thomas. Staring up at him because, at six foot three, he was one of the few guys taller than I was. The lights from the Japanese lanterns circling the pool barely reached him. It was almost as though he hadn’t quite escaped the darkness from which he’d emerged. His black-as-midnight hair was shaggy, long. His dark brown eyes were almost invisible in the night. Stubble shadowed his jaw, making him seem unreasonably dangerous, although his reputation managed to do that for him.
I was pretty sure that he would eventually end up in prison. When he bothered to make an appearance at school, he was usually sporting bruises or scrapes, grinning broadly as he said, “You should see the other guy.” He seemed to live for getting into trouble.
“Thanks, but I’m fine. I don’t need help.” Irritated, I worked my arm free of his grasp. How dare he mock my intelligence, which I doubted he had much of? As a member of the honor society, I was obligated to tutor at the school a couple of nights a week. I’d spent many a night waiting for Fletcher Thomas to show up for a math tutorial. He couldn’t be bothered, so if he didn’t graduate, he got what he deserved. “And there is nothing wrong with being smart. You should try it sometime.”
“Hey now, retract the claws. I was just trying to save you the embarrassment of a face-plant.”
“While insulting me at the same time. Or trying to. I’m actually quite proud of my academic record.” Could I sound any more like a snob? There went my mouth again, social cues disengaged.
He didn’t seem the least bit offended. His eyes were twinkling like he found me humorous, and that irritated me even more. I took a long swallow of my drink, hoping he’d take the hint and go away.
“You know that drink is about three-fourths whipped cream vodka, right?” he asked.
I licked my lips, savoring the taste. “So?”
“So the reason it tastes like candy is to get girls drunk.”
“I’m not drunk.” I took another long swallow to prove my point, even though I realized I was way more relaxed than I should have been standing in the presence of a guy who had a reputation for showing girls a good time in the backseat of a car. Although I’d never figured out the car part, since he rode a motorcycle. Maybe he took them to the junkyard and found some beat-up vehicle there.
“Isn’t this party a little wild for you?” he asked. “Figured read-a-thons were more your style.”
“Guess you don’t know everything,” I said.
“Oh, I know plenty, genius,” he said.
“I’m a few IQ points shy of being a genius. Your trying to goad me by referring to my intelligence is a little juvenile.”
One side of his mouth curled up into a grin and his gaze swept over me as though he was measuring me up for something that was definitely not childish. My stomach did this little tumble like I was back in gymnastics class—which I’d left behind during seventh grade when I’d shot up to a ridiculous height of five foot ten, well on my way to the six feet I’d finally top out at. Gymnasts are usually small, but then so are most guys in seventh grade. And eighth. And ninth. It wasn’t until tenth that some started catching up to me. I hated towering over them.
“You’re graduating first in the class, aren’t you?” he asked, surprising me with what seemed like genuine admiration in his tone. That and his smile made it hard to hold on to my annoyance with him.
“Third.” The announcement had come a few weeks earlier. “Lin Chou and Rajesh Nahar are one and two.”
“You got robbed.”
Was he sticking up for me? It was kind of sweet, but I also knew that I hadn’t gotten “robbed.”
“Not really. They’re way smarter than I am.” Which he would know if he was in any of our advanced classes. And I didn’t mind coming in third. It meant that I didn’t have to give a speech during the graduation ceremony, but my grades were still high enough that I could get into any state-funded college I wanted—and the one I wanted was in Austin. I’d been accepted a month ago. I couldn’t wait until mid-August when I could head down there and be surrounded by people who cared about academics and grades as much as I did. I took another long swallow of the dreamsicle.
He narrowed his eyes. “You should go easy on that.”
“I’m not a novice to alcohol.”
“So that’s not why you staggered earlier?”
“Just lost my balance.”
He brought a brown bottle up to his lips and gulped down beer. I hadn’t even noticed he had one until that moment. When I realized I was transfixed by the way his throat worked as he swallowed, I lowered my gaze and noticed how his black T-shirt clung to a sculpted chest, washboard abs, and hard-as-rock biceps. Suddenly I felt warm. Why was I noticing these things? I couldn’t deny that he looked hot, and while I’d come here hoping to catch a guy’s attention, I just didn’t want it to be some guy with whom I had absolutely nothing in common. I knew he’d been held back at least one year, so studying wasn’t a priority for him like it was for me. Fletcher tossed his empty bottle back into a bush.
“Don’t you care about the environment?” I scolded him.
“You’re not one of those, are you?” he asked.
Ignoring his question, I walked over to the bushes, crouched, and tried to see into the darkness, but I suddenly felt light-headed and dropped to my butt.
Fletcher hunkered beside me, balancing on the balls of his feet, his forearms resting on his jean-clad thighs. How did he manage that? I’d bet money he’d already swigged down way more than I had. “You okay?”
“Yes, just—” I realized that I’d finished off my drink. Everything suddenly looked far away, like I was viewing it through a tunnel. The cup slipped from my fingers and onto the grass.
“You need some fresh air,” he said.
“We’re outside,” I pointed out. “It doesn’t get any fresher than that.”
His fingers folded around my elbow and I was struck by how large his hand was, how strong, how warm against my skin. With no effort at all, he helped me to my feet. “It’s better by the lake.”
He curled his arm around my shoulders, pulled me in just a little, and I had this insane thought that we fit together like pieces of a puzzle. I liked his height compared to mine. He made me feel normal, when I often felt like a giant. He guided me over the uneven expanse of land that led down to the lake. When we reached the bank, he didn’t release his hold, and while I wouldn’t admit it to him, I was grateful because suddenly nothing seemed solid beneath my feet.
I knew I’d had too much alcohol too fast on a too-empty stomach. Snacks weren’t nearly as abundant around here as the drinks.
“Take a deep breath,” Fletcher ordered.
I did, and I could smell the brine of the lake, the sweetness of the wildflowers, the dankness of the dirt, and Fletcher. His was an earthy fragrance, nothing artificial, all male. With his arm around me, he was overpowering my senses, until he was almost the only thing I was aware of.
“Better?” he asked.
“Yeah.” There did seem to be more air here. I could hear the breeze stirring the leaves in the trees around us, feel it wafting over my skin. I turned slightly in his embrace until we were nearly facing each other. His nearness was making me dizzy. His hand came up to cradle the back of my head, and he settled my face into the crook of his s
houlder. I had that same crazy faraway thought that we fit. I could hear his heart pounding—felt it thumping through his chest, sending tiny little shivers over my face.
“Don’t drink if you can’t handle your liquor,” he said, his voice low enough that it didn’t disturb the chirping crickets. “There is always some guy willing to take advantage.”
“Like you?” I asked.
“Exactly like me.”
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RACHEL HAWTHORNE believes in happy endings and adopting older rescue dogs. She also writes as New York Times bestselling author Lorraine Heath and as J. A. London with her son, Alex. She lives near Dallas, Texas, with her husband and is presently spoiling a pooch named Jake.
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Books by Rachel Hawthorne
Caribbean Cruising
Island Girls (and Boys)
Love on the Lifts
Thrill Ride
The Boyfriend League
Snowed In
Labor of Love
Suite Dreams
Trouble from the Start
The Boyfriend Project
One Perfect Summer
The Dark Guardian series
Moonlight
Full Moon
Dark of the Moon
Shadow of the Moon
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