by Abbi Glines
I didn’t have much I could tell her about me. And I needed to clarify my relationship with her brother before she got it any more confused in her head, keeping in mind she’d repeat this conversation to Krit. I tucked some hair behind my ear as I gathered my thoughts.
“Well, I grew up in a small town in South Carolina. Extremely small. We had two traffic lights in town, if that tells you just how small. My mother died during childbirth. There were complications. She didn’t have any parents or other living family. She was an orphan and was raised in the system since she was ten. The church she attended was the largest church in town.” I paused, because honestly I didn’t know why Pastor Williams and Mrs. Williams had taken me in. They hadn’t wanted me. That much was obvious. They never said anything even remotely as touching as what Trisha had said about her kids. And they also never had kids of their own. I wasn’t sure if that was because they couldn’t or because Mrs. Williams wasn’t the motherly type.
“Um, and well, I don’t know why exactly, but the pastor at the church my mother attended and his wife took me home with them. I wasn’t adopted or anything, but they kept me and raised me.” I wasn’t going to give her any more details about that part of my life. The truth hurt, and hiding it was impossible. I was too expressive. “I wanted to go somewhere different for college and be close to the water. I hadn’t grown up near water. Pastor Williams is friends with Pastor Keenan, so he lined up a job for me here with him, and I enrolled at the local college. So that’s it,” I said, happy with my explanation and hoping she didn’t dig into it anymore.
The waitress set drinks and small round deep-fried slices of pickles down in front of us. I had never had deep-fried pickles before, and I wasn’t sure if I liked the idea of them. It seemed wrong.
“Do y’all know what you wanna eat?” the waitress asked.
I glanced down at the menu and realized I hadn’t even looked at it. “What’s good?” I asked Trisha.
“Do you eat tuna?” she asked.
I nodded. I had eaten a lot of canned tuna growing up, and I wasn’t a fan, exactly, but I didn’t want to tell her that. I liked it well enough. I’d just had too much. She gave me a reassuring smile and turned back to the waitress. “Two seared tuna paninis please. With the chips,” she said, then turned back to me. “Trust me.” She winked.
I had no idea what seared tuna was because they didn’t have that in a can. I nodded and returned Trisha’s smile. She was hard not to smile at. “Okay,” I replied.
Once the waitress walked away, Trisha turned her eyes back on me. “There are a few things that seem odd about your story, but I have the feeling you’re telling me what you feel safe telling me right now. I respect that, so I’m not going to dig. Now, tell me about you and Krit.”
She was seriously blunt. It was as scary as it was refreshing. You didn’t have to wonder what she was thinking, that was for sure. She would just tell you.
“Krit is my friend . . . ,” I began. “He has been very kind and thoughtful from day one. He makes me laugh, and he always seems to know when I need to laugh. He’s special. I don’t imagine there are many guys like him out there. I don’t have much—well, any experience really—with guys, but from what I can see, Krit isn’t like most of them. He has a really big heart, and he doesn’t seem to realize how special he is. Which makes him even more special.” I was rambling, and from the wide-eyed look on Trisha’s face, I was not doing a good job of hiding my feelings for her brother.
“Special,” she repeated slowly, as if she needed to let that word sink in. My face grew hot, and I knew my cheeks were flaming. Dang it, I sucked at this.
“I don’t think I can remember a time in my life when anyone ever called my brother special and meant it the way you just did.” The pleased look on her face made me calm down a little. Maybe she did get what I had been trying to say. He was a good friend.
“I needed a friend when I moved here, and he noticed that and filled the void. I don’t imagine most guys, especially ones who look like him, would do something like that for someone like me. He has beautiful girls on his arm all the time. They throw themselves at him. Yet he took the time to be my friend.” Much better. I felt like patting myself on the back.
Trisha stared at me as if she were trying mentally to dissect me. I decided I would take one of those pickles now, because I needed something else to think about other than Krit’s sister reading too much into my words. The last thing I needed was for her to go tell him I thought he was special.
“Can I ask you something?” she finally said, breaking the awkward silence.
I nodded, and chewed the fried pickle, which was surprisingly tasty.
“Do you really mean what you said?”
I swallowed and stared at her. Did I look like I was making it up? “Uh, yeah, I meant it. He’s—” I could not say special again. I sounded like an idiot. I needed more adjectives in my vocabulary. Well, I had more where Krit was concerned, but they weren’t safe to use around his very perceptive sister. “Krit’s wonderful. But then, you’re his sister. You know that.”
A slow smile stretched across her face. “Yeah I do,” she replied.
Before things could get any more intense and I could make an even bigger idiot of myself, the food arrived.
“Tonight we’re having a party for Daisy May at Amanda Hardy’s mother’s house. She has a pool, and Amanda wanted Daisy to have a pool party. It will be friends and family. I’d love it if you could come. Krit has a thing tonight, so he will only be stopping by to give Daisy a gift and, knowing him, grab a piece of cake. But I want you to meet everyone. My friends. Amanda will love you, and since you’re new, I know meeting people who are a part of this town would be nice.”
I didn’t like crowds and parties, but lately I was getting better. A child’s birthday party wasn’t like the wild parties Krit had, and Trisha was right. I’d like to meet more people. I wasn’t doing well getting to know my classmates. I got to my classes on time and hurried out as soon as they ended. This kind of setting seemed safe.
“Thanks. I’d love to come.”
KRIT
Britt collapsed on top of me as she fought to catch her breath. I wasn’t one to cuddle after sex, but I’d give her a minute before moving her off me so I could take a shower. I hadn’t planned on having sex with Britt today, but she’d shown up around four, had basically stripped, and then had gone on her knees right there in my living room.
I was pent up, and since she was so very willing and determined, I let her help me unwind. Turning my head, I glanced at the clock. It was almost five. Shit! I needed to get something for dinner and go down to Blythe’s.
“Off you go,” I told Britt as I moved her and climbed out of the bed.
“Wait. I want a round two,” she said in a voice I knew was meant to be sexy, but right now I had more important things on my mind.
“Got plans, babe. But thanks.” I paused and waved at the bed. “For that.”
Reaching for my phone, I headed for the shower. I needed to text Blythe and let her know I’d be a few minutes late. More like thirty. Fuck, I wouldn’t even have time to talk to her today.
My phone lit up, and I glanced down to see my sister’s name. I opened the text message.
TRISHA: DON’T FORGET THAT DAISY MAY’S BIRTHDAY PARTY IS AT SIX THIRTY AT MARCUS’S MOTHERS HOUSE.
Shit! I threw the phone down on the counter and turned on the shower. I hadn’t bought Daisy a present yet, and she had told me she wanted a sparkly pink purse and lip gloss when I’d asked her last week. I didn’t know where the hell to buy a sparkly pink purse.
I took the fastest shower in history and wrapped a towel around me. Then I grabbed my phone to text Blythe. I wasn’t going to be able to make it to dinner tonight. Not that I had told her I would be there, but now it was just kind of an understood thing with us again. I didn’t want her to expect me and then I didn’t show up.
ME: NOT GONNA BE ABLE TO DO DINNER TONIGHT.
I hated sending her a text. She was my friend and just a friend, and it was normal for me to tell her I couldn’t show up in a text. I waited for a response, but one didn’t come right away, so I went to grab some clothes and get dressed.
Britt was pulling on the short skirt and hooker heels she had worn over here. How she walked in those without breaking her ankle, I didn’t know. “Where you hurrying off to? You got hours before you gotta be at the club,” she said as she tugged her bra back on.
My phone vibrated, and I jerked it out of my jeans pocket where I had just tucked it in.
BLYTHE: THAT’S FINE. I’LL SEE YOU LATER.
That was it. She didn’t ask why or act upset. She was just okay with it. Why did it bug the hell out of me that she didn’t expect more from me? Women always expected more. It was what kept me from getting too close to one. I didn’t want to give them more. But Blythe . . . She expected nothing. Fuck, that drove me crazy.
It was now ten minutes after five, and I still had to find a pink sparkly purse and lip gloss. Where the hell was I supposed to even look for those?
Britt walked over to me with a pleased smile on her face. Why was she still here? We were finished, and I had shit to do. “Where you off to in such a hurry?” she asked again as she slid her hand up my arm and into my hair.
Shrugging her off, I grabbed my wallet and stuck it into my back pocket. “My niece has a birthday party,” I explained. See, this was normal. Britt wanted to know why I was leaving her. Where I was going. She was demanding answers by not getting the fuck out of my house. This was what women did.
Not Blythe.
But then I hadn’t . . . Hell, I couldn’t even think it. If I let myself think about being with Blythe the way I was just with Britt, I would get the hard-on from hell. Shaking my head, I walked away from Britt and into the living room.
“You seem angry. Normally, you’re much more laid-back and happy after you fuck,” she said as she followed me.
“Normally, you get your shit on and leave,” I shot back at her.
Britt rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips. “Are you grumpy because you have to go to a kid’s birthday party?”
I opened the door. “I have to go find a sparkly pink purse, Britt. I don’t have time for twenty fucking questions,” I growled in hopes she’d get the hint and leave.
She laughed and walked to the door. “You will never find a sparkly pink purse on your own. For once in your life, you need me, Krit Corbin. Come on, I’ll show you where to find that purse.”
Of course Britt would know where to look for the purse. Why hadn’t I thought of that? Slightly relieved, I started down the stairs after her. The moment Blythe’s door came into view, though, my bad mood was back. I liked my evenings with Blythe. Seeing her smile and listening to her talk—they were what I looked forward to all day. If Britt hadn’t shown up and started sucking my cock, I wouldn’t have run out of time. Disgusted with myself, I headed down to the parking lot.
“Are we taking your bike?” she asked.
No. The last girl who had been on my bike had ruined it for me with anyone else. I didn’t like the idea of anyone other than Blythe being wrapped around me when I rode. “Let’s take your car,” I said, and walked toward her silver Camaro.
Chapter Eleven
BLYTHE
I had almost backed out of going to the party. Hearing Krit and some girl going at it when I went to his apartment earlier had made me ill. I wasn’t ready to face him just yet. Knowing the sounds he made during sex made me feel funny. I admitted to myself that I was insanely jealous of whoever that was screaming his name.
His text that he wouldn’t be able to have dinner with me was thoughtful. He hadn’t had to say anything. It wasn’t like he had said he would be there. I hadn’t wanted to respond to him, because I was aware that he was texting me after his wild sex. Ignoring him was rude, though. He was being nice, so I couldn’t be rude. I had typed my reply three times and erased all three, finally settling on something simple. Friendlike.
I was sure that Trisha had told him I would be at the party, and so he would expect to see me there. Backing out now would also be rude. Trisha had been so nice today and had even refused to let me buy my meal. She insisted that she had invited me to lunch and she was paying. I reached over and picked up the gift I had wrapped in glitter paper. It had taken me an hour this afternoon at the toy store to decide on something for this little girl I had never met. I didn’t want to arrive empty-handed to her birthday party.
After much debate, I had settled on a jewelry-making kit. It even had supplies so she could paint the stones with designs of her own. I would have loved something like this as a kid. I hoped I had bought the right thing for a nine-year-old girl.
A tap on my window startled me, and I turned to see the porcelain perfect face of Amanda Hardy. Her friendly smile eased my anxiety some, and I opened my door and stepped out.
“I’m so glad you came. Trisha said she’d invited you. She really enjoyed lunch today. I’m so coming to the next lunch,” Amanda said as I closed the car door behind me.
“It was fun. Trisha is really a great person.” I glanced back at the large house. “It was really nice of her to invite me.”
“You’re Krit’s friend. He doesn’t have many of those . . . of the female kind, that is. In all honesty, we were curious, but now that Trisha has spent time with you, she sees why her brother has grown attached to you.”
I had to clear this up before we walked into that house and Krit showed up. “Oh, he’s not attached to me. That’s not it at all. He’s just being nice. I’m new in town, and he’s a nice guy,” I explained. If Krit walked into this party and everyone acted like I was anything other than his friend, he might take off on me again. I didn’t want that.
Amanda nodded, but a smile stayed on her lips. She wasn’t getting it.
“No, I mean it. Really, I swear, he is just a friend.”
Amanda started to say something, when a silver Camaro pulled into the driveway going a little too fast and doing a perfect U-turn to fit into the last parking space. I glanced back at Amanda, who was looking at the car, frowning. Apparently, she agreed that they had been driving a little too fast in a driveway.
The driver’s door opened, and two long legs exited before the rest of a tall model-thin body came with them.
I heard Amanda mutter something, but I couldn’t focus because the sight of Krit getting out of the passenger door wearing a pair of sunglasses and looking like the sex god he obviously was took my breath away. Not just because he wore his jeans better than any man on Earth or that he reminded me of every childhood fantasy of a bad boy with his aviator sunglasses on, but because he was getting out of a car with her. I never saw him with the same girl twice, but I’d seen him with her before. The first time I’d been in his apartment, she’d been in his lap.
Was she who he was doing in his apartment earlier? I tore my gaze off him and looked back at her. The smug smile she wore on her face said that yes, she was in fact who I had heard screaming his name and begging him to do it harder. My face heated, and I turned to look at the house. I had to deal with this. It was life as Krit’s friend.
“Blythe?” Krit’s voice called my name, and I tensed up. Crappity, crap, crap. I didn’t want to talk to him just yet. My stomach still felt sick and knotted up. I was sure my face was red too. Why was my face red? It wasn’t like I had anything to be embarrassed about. I hated the fact that I acted like an idiot in situations I wasn’t familiar with.
Amanda’s hand touched my arm, and I knew that if I was going to salvage this friendship with Krit, I had to turn around and act like nothing was wrong. Like seeing him with this girl I had heard him with earlier wasn’t hard on me. Forcing a smile onto my face, I turned back to look at him.
“Hey,” I replied as I watched him walk toward me in big purposeful strides, like he was afraid I was about to bolt and he was getting to me before I could. The pink-and-white-strip
ed gift bag in his hand caught my attention. It looked so girly and out of place with him. That made me really smile.
“What are you doing here?’ he asked, and that snapped me out of my moment. He sounded angry. Oh no. Was coming here stepping too far? I should have asked him if this was okay. I assumed he wouldn’t mind, but he hadn’t asked me to come with him. He had asked the tall goddess with him instead.
“Uh, Trisha invited me. We had lunch today. I, uh . . .” He still looked upset. This was bad. I had messed up again. And this time I knew what I had done wrong. “I’m sorry. I should have asked you if you were okay with me coming. I thought your sister would have told you. I didn’t think.”
Krit ran his hand through his hair as the frustrated look on his face only intensified. I needed to leave.
I turned to Amanda and handed my gift to her. “Take this in, will you? Tell Trisha I said thanks so much for inviting me, but I have something I forgot that I can’t miss. A study thing for one of my classes,” I blurted out, and shot Krit an apologetic smile. “I really am sorry,” I said, hoping the tears suddenly clogging my throat weren’t obvious.
“Who are you?” the girl who was now clinging to Krit’s arm asked in a bored tone.
Yet another situation for Krit he hadn’t been prepared for. He kept me neatly in a certain part of his life. He didn’t invite me into other parts of it. I should have thought about him and asked him. “I just . . . I’m his neighbor. Uh, okay. I’m gonna go,” I replied, unable to look at her.
“No, you’re not,” Amanda said as her hand clamped around my arm firmly, surprisingly firmly for someone as small as she was. “This is my friend Blythe. She is also Trisha’s friend, and she’s here for the birthday party because we want her here. Now, if you’ll excuse us.” She turned and headed for the house, pulling me with her. I wasn’t sure I could get my arm free of her tight grip even if I tried. “Don’t look back. Just come on,” she whispered.