by W. J. May
My heart stuttered a few beats before racing out of control. There, in the closet door frame, stood Michael.
His head whipped from Grace to me. Heat rose on my face. I dropped my gaze to my hands. Grace’s brother. It suddenly felt like I’d unconsciously used her to find him. They looked exactly alike. Why didn’t I put it together sooner?
Grace ran over to him. “Michael, knock before coming in. I tell you that all the time.”
“No you don’t. It’s nev—”
“This is Rouge.” She rubbed her neck. “She’s new. A senior at Port Q.”
“Hello.” His voice made me melt and freeze all over—like fire and ice.
“Ha-hello.” I cleared my throat. “It’s, uh, nice to see you again.”
“You know each other?” Grace’s head swung back and forth between the two of us.
“We ran into each other the other night – that’s all.” Michael's eyes never left my face. He inhaled, stepped out of the room and disappeared down the hall. A door slammed shut and, seconds later, loud music hit the air.
I wanted to disappear. Could his disgust be any more obvious? “I went running in the cemetery. I didn’t know he’s your brother. We just met one time…he helped me find my iPod.”
Grace came over and waved her hand. “Michael’s, like, kind of abrupt. He’s lousy with socializing. What were you doing running in a cemetery at night?” She paused then held up a finger. “On second thought, don’t answer.”
A burning between my shoulder blades reminded me I needed to relax. I took a deep breath. Screw it. Not worth the time. I’d be out of here after graduation so it wasn’t like I had to hang out with him or try to be friends. Nice try, Rouge. You still think he’s cute.
“Don’t you dare change our plans for Saturday.” Grace must have thought my silence meant I didn’t want to be here. She picked out some clothes, led me out of the closet, then flipped the light off. “I’ll tell Michael to get lost for the night. He could do with getting a life.”
“No. Don’t worry. I’m still coming.” I swallowed, glancing down the long hall as we headed for the stairs. “How old is Michael?”
“Just slightly older and trust me, he never lets me forget. I hate to admit it sometimes, but he’s actually my real brother. Sarah and Caleb adopted both of us.”
She took me through the living room, which had a huge flat screen TV and an awesome sound system. One of those wireless ones. The furniture looked antique and expensive, but very comfortable, like it was meant to be sat in. The beige and bright white accents of the room made the abstract artwork on the walls seem like they were painted right where they hung.
A woman, as stunning as Grace, sat at a desk near the window. They could almost pass as sisters. Both had similar features -- the same perfectly tanned skin and beautiful ocean blue eyes. She also had the same extremely feminine physique, but more muscular. She probably did Yoga or Pilates ten times a day.
She had to be Sarah, Grace’s adoptive mom. Sarah’s blonde hair skimmed her shoulders. She grinned and leaned against the desk, her chin fitting perfectly into her little hand. “Hello.”
“Sarah, this is Rouge.”
“Nice to meet you.” I was jealous of her perfect-sounding voice. Bold, sensual and like she feared nothing.
Grace pointed to a burnt red colored door on the other side of the living room. “That’s Caleb’s office.”
The room fell silent at the mention of his name. The butterflies in my tummy started dancing again. I’d never met the guy, so why should I be nervous about his office?
“He’s out this evening.” Sarah stared at Grace. “A meeting out of town.”
The butterflies settled a little, or maybe one managed to escape. I clenched my teeth together. Urrgghh…I hated being nervous.
“Is it okay if we watch a movie in here? If you’ve got work to do…” Grace spoke oblivious to my inner battle.
“Go ahead. I’m going to clean the kitchen then run some errands.” As she stood, a beautiful silver pendant caught my eye. I leaned slightly closer to see the detail but never got the chance. Sarah tucked it inside her blouse.
We settled in to watch the movie. I didn’t remember half of it; my mind kept wandering back to the boy upstairs.
When it finished we both stretched and headed to the hall. “I’d better get you home. Heaven forbid I get you in trouble.”
I laughed. “You won’t. Jim and Sally aren’t much bothered when I come or go.” I sighed when I realized I didn’t have my key. “Shoot! I left my purse upstairs.” I pictured it where I’d dropped it in her closest on one of the shelves. “Just let me run up and grab it.”
“I’m gonna grab a bottle of water. Want one too?” Grace turned back towards the living room and the kitchen beyond.
“Sure.” I darted up the stairs two at a time, counting my steps. I sneaked a quick peek down the empty, door-closed hall.
My purse lay right where I’d left it. Head down I checked for my keys as I ran out of Grace’s room. I glanced up in time to bump straight into someone’s chest. Michael’s. His hands reached for my elbows. I froze. He smelled so good – husky, masculine and something that made me want to close my eyes and inhale so deeply the scent saturated my lungs.
It took all my willpower to step back. Why he didn’t move away first skittered across my mind.
“Sorry,” I whispered. “Didn’t see you.”
“It’s fine.” His voice came out husky.
“Did you find it?” Grace called out from the bottom of the stairs.
Michael flinched and dropped his hands. He stepped aside to let me by. “Sorry.”
For bumping into me? Or for earlier? I had no idea.
“Good night, Rouge,” he spoke quietly. The way he said my name, I would have done anything he wanted. No one had ever put that much meaning into one little word.
Chapter 4
“Folklore.” Something about the cover made me stop working. The leather was warm in my hands, even when all the other books were cool from being in storage.
It was Saturday morning. I’d gotten a job at The Eclectic Bookstore. Liza, my new boss, asked me to sort through inventory which needed filing. Liza had a natural Goth appearance and couldn’t be older than thirty.
The store sold new and old stuff. She handed me a cardboard box of books and asked me to enter the bar codes into the computer or create titles in her system if they didn’t have an ISBN number. Not as confusing as it sounded. Once I typed in the number, the title would show up and if it didn’t I just entered the title and author, her computer did the rest. It wasn’t the most exciting job, but at least I’d have spending money and hopefully be able to put a bit away for after graduation.
Halfway through, I’d found the leather book.
Everything around me melted away, except the raised contours of some kind of beasty animal on the cover. So lifelike I wondered if it’d been hand drawn from a photo instead of being some made-up creature. Gingerly, afraid I might crack the leather, I opened the front cover and checked for a date. Apparently it had been written pre-copyright days. I flipped through, my fingers running across thick parchment and ink blotted pages. A noise inside the shop snapped me out of my reverie. I set it aside, figuring I’d ask Liza how much it cost.
The rest of the morning I spent sorting and stocking books. They all seemed to cover stories about witches, warlocks and other immortal legends. Liza had mentioned she loved old fairy tales and their history. She dressed the part and seemed to have that eerie, far-away thought and conversation process. She had the personality to suit it as well. I loved it.
When we finished mid-afternoon, she picked up the leather book I’d set aside. “Interested?”
I shrugged. “It looks old.”
She tossed it at me. “Keep it. A bonus for your first day.”
Catching it like a football, I hugged it to my chest. “You sure? I can pay for it.”
Shaking her head, she laughed. “
It’s okay to accept a freebie once and a while. Trust me, it always feels better to give than to receive.”
“Except if you give everything away, you’ll go broke.” I tried to stop a grin but it managed to escape. “Thanks. See you later.” I stuffed the book into my backpack and headed out the front door.
After the dimness of the shop, the bright sun blinded me. I squinted against its glare. Slipping my other arm through the backpack strap I froze momentarily when a car sped behind me. I jumped to the other side of the sidewalk when it screeched against the curb.
“What the –”
Grace’s little Smartcar stopped within inches of my feet.
“Need a lift?” The fuzzy dice still swung from her crazy driving.
“You’re nuts!” I pounded my chest, trying to restart my heart.
She chuckled and grinned. “You’re fine. I stopped in plenty of time.” She revved the sewing machine engine. “You heading somewhere or all finished?”
I opened the passenger door and got in. “I started a part-time job today.”
“At The Eclectic Bookstore?”
“Yeah, how’d you know?”
“I saw you leave the store and swung the car around. Ready for tonight?”
“Sure. Just need to grab my stuff.”
We drove to my place. Once there, she played with the car keys and glanced towards the house.
“I’ll just run in and grab my stuff.” I opened the passenger door and tossed my backpack in the back. I dashed inside, thankful Jim and Sally weren’t home to question me. I left a note on the fridge: “Sleeping at a new classmate’s. Text my cell if you need me.” Throwing my already packed bag over my shoulder, I was out again in less than three minutes.
Grace leaned across the seat and swung the car door open for me. I tossed my bag with my backpack and then jumped in. “Ready.”
“Awesome. Let’s get outta here.”
At her house we went straight to her room. Grace ran down and grabbed a fruit tray so we could snack, chill on her bed and listen to music.
“I wonder what the weather’s supposed to be like tonight.” I glanced out the window toward the clear blue sky.
Grace jumped off the bed and strolled to the closet. “Cloudy by the lake. It’ll be cool, but I’ve got the perfect scarf for you.”
“Do you know the forecast after the weekend?” I joked.
“It’ll be nice, not too sunny, typical weather for the beginning of September.”
“Thanks, weather woman.” I laughed. “Didn’t know you were such of fan.”
She smiled. “I like to be able to coordinate my outfits to match the temperature outside.” Making a face, she tossed a scarf at me.
“Fair enough. Where’s the rest of your family?” I tried not to sound like I cared if her brother was home.
“Caleb and Michael are probably working, and Sarah’s getting some groceries. She’s very excited you’re sleeping over.”
“What does Caleb do?” Rob banks? The house was freakin’ huge.
“He’s…uh…He’s head of a big, important company…uh…dealing with medical stuff.” She disappeared back into the closet.
At least the guy had a job. I had no intention of prying as I knew the feeling too well. “What’re you wearing tonight?” The perfect question to entertain Grace.
“I went shopping today. Got an amethyst colored top and black skinny jeans.” She came out dressed in new clothes. Her pants enveloped her toned legs and the top was glued to her skin in all the right places. Even the color of the fabric made her skin glow. I wished I could look like that. An outfit hung neatly over her arm. “Here’s yours.”
“I took the clothes held out to me, catching the price on a silver tank top and awesome matching black half-jacket. It was over a hundred bucks. I’d have to work three weeks to afford it. “You bought me stuff? I thought I was just going to borrow something to wear. I’ll have to pay you back.”
“You won’t. It’s a gift and it’d be rude if you didn’t accept it.” The corners of her mouth twitched like a playful kitten’s and her eyes sparkled.
“That’s not the point.” I didn’t know how to explain I didn’t want hand outs.
“Please. I wanted to.” She signed. “I promise I won’t do it again.”
Far from an expert in gift receiving, I did know what to do or say.
My silence must have been an okay for her. She grinned. “Just check the sizes and ignore the prices tags.”
I slipped on the pants and top, somehow not surprised she’d guessed my size perfectly.
“Full-length mirrors in the closet.” She followed close behind as I went to the mirrors. “Hey, cool birthmark.” She lightly touched the bottom corner of my left scapula. “It looks like some kinda shape.”
I’d never paid much attention to it. As a kid I wondered if my birthmother noticed it when, or if, she ever held me. I reached behind, pulling the top’s strap to try and cover it. “It’s in one of those awkward spots. I can’t really see it.” I stared at my strange, but pretty, reflection in the mirror.
“You look great.” Grace beamed from behind me in the mirror’s reflection.
I’d personally never bought something in this style, but Grace had taste. The outfit made my long skinny arms and legs look muscular and sexy. Turning sideways, I checked to see how the pants fit my butt. I actually had one in them. “I owe you big time.”
I searched the mirror for her face. Focussing past her, my breath caught as I noticed Michael behind her, leaning against the closet doorframe. He’d slipped quietly into the room unnoticed. He stared at me in the mirror, his eyes bright, but his expression closed off when his gaze met mine.
He cleared his throat. “You, uh, you’re…pretty.”
“Oh no you don’t!” Grace shouted at him, waving her hands wildly in his direction. “She’s coming out with me tonight. If you want to hang out with Rouge, you ask her out when she’s available. After tonight, I don’t think that’s going to be for a very long time. You might as well get in line!”
Michael frowned, deep lines etched in his forehead. They quickly disappeared when he smirked. “No probs. Caleb asked me to drop you two off and pick you up.”
Why? The strange, secretive look that passed between them kept me silent.
Grace leaned forward and pulled the price tags off of my clothes. “Caleb just worries.” She turned to Michael. “If you’re driving, you aren’t planning on staying, are you?”
“Not really.” His eyes flitted back and forth as he looked at Grace. “Just let me know should you need me.”
Was I somehow missing part of the conversation?
“Fine, then.” Grace cleared her throat. “Shall we go?”
Outside, we walked single file toward the parked cars. Grace climbed into the back of a Mustang and pulled the seat back so I had no choice but to sit in the front.
I scowled at her. I was nervous and had no skills around guys. I’d be better hiding out in the back, listening and pretending to participate in the conversation.
Michael must have caught my expression because he chuckled as he got into the driver’s seat. Nervous, I plopped down in the seat beside him and fumbled with the seat belt. He reached over and took it from me to click it in. I let out a small gasp as our hands touched. His hand went from ice cold to searing hot.
A current of hot and cold seared up my arm, all the way to my shoulder. My free hand instinctly went to my shoulder. I rubbed it. The weirdest hot and cold sensations assaulted my palm.
Grace chattered the entire ride out to the park. I kept trying to listen, but Michael’s close proximity made it impossible to concentrate.
“Rouge?” Grace tapped my shoulder, making me jump. “Are you going to get out or just stay in the car?”
I glanced out the window. We’d parked along a line of trees with a sandy beach off to the right. “Sorry.” I fumbled with the catch in my seat belt, trying to get out as fast as I could, heat burni
ng my face and neck.
Michael got out and held his seat back forward so Grace could crawl out, their heads bent close, talking quietly. His face was etched with concern, but I couldn’t miss Grace mutter, “I can take care of myself -- and Rouge.”
Michael set his lips in a thin line. “Fine. Have fun.” He jumped into the Mustang and sped away.
“Everything all right?” Too bad they fought. I wouldn’t have minded trying to talk to him, or simply having him near would’ve been fine with me.
“We’re good.” Grace pulled on my jacket and pointed toward the noise on the beach. “Michael’s a little, um, overprotective. Caleb’s made him that way. Michael worries way too much about me, and it’s obvious he doesn’t want you to get hurt either. He likes you. He just won’t admit it yet.”
“What?” I stopped walking and put my hand on her forearm. My heart skipped every other beat.
“He’s my brother. Trust me, he likes you.” She rolled her eyes. “The look on his face was priceless when he walked into my room. You’re definitely going to make some first impressions this evening too.”
I’d rather hang out by the shadows. However, if Michael might be interested, I think could handle a little spotlight. My face scorched. “You sure about Mi—”
“Positive.” Grace laughed. “Come on. Let me introduce you to our senior class, and I’ll point out the cute boys. We might as well make Michael jealous while we’re here.”
We made our way through the parked cars towards the music. Someone had attached huge stereo speakers to a pickup backed onto the sand. Outdoor lawn torches, which also seemed to keep the bugs at bay, were set up to maximize lighting the area. Lawn chairs lay scattered around the fire pit and small groups were all over the place.
“So, which one of these cliques is yours?” I wished I’d just worn a sweatshirt and no makeup.
“I kind of float around. We've lived here three years, and I still kind of feel like the new girl.”
Definitely a popular girl. Grace had no idea what being the new girl actually meant.
Skipping the pathway, we climbed over large boulders and jumped the three foot drop onto the beach. Somehow, Grace had gotten her shoes off before we landed, her feet barely making an impression in the sand. My Mary Janes filled instantly with the cool particles, but I chose to keep them on.