As he lowered his head, excitement burst like a bubble within me, randomly splattering my insides with a cold fire. The room tilted. My blood rushed, and my eyes fluttered closed. I held my breath, lifted my face, and forgot my vow to confine our relationship to the boundaries of friendship.
“Please stop,” he begged.
My eyes popped back open. “What?” I asked confused.
His mouth hovered inches from mine. The song changed. A slow beat to match our sway. I lifted myself up on tiptoes and let go of his shirt to wrap my arms around his neck. I felt his breath on my lips. So close…
He moved quickly, nudging my head to the side with his jaw, giving him access to bury his face in the curve of my neck. His lips rested against my skin but didn’t move. He inhaled deeply and groaned.
“Driving me crazy,” he murmured, answering my question.
It took me a moment to understand him. I drove him crazy? The look in his eyes, the way he held me, and what he’d just said added up to one conclusion. Despite his previous assurance that he only wanted friendship, I thought he wanted to kiss me. Had I misread the situation? I tightened my arms around his shoulders, and he pulled me closer. Nope. I didn’t misread a thing.
“I don’t understand.”
“If you’ll let me, I’ll explain in the morning. When you’re more lucid.”
The song ended, and he led me from the floor. I stumbled a bit, the floorboards doing their best imitation of a rollercoaster.
“You found her.” Jim grinned at me. “Good.” He handed Emmitt the truck keys and held out his hand, waiting for Emmitt to surrender the motorcycle key. “You two have fun.” He sat back on his stool and began to speak to the woman on his right.
Emmitt shook his head and tugged me toward the exit. Tripping on the threshold, I fell through the door. He spun and caught me before my eyes even locked on the gravel rising up to meet my face. Without a word, he swung me up into his arms. I snuggled into his warm chest and smiled, touching his shirt.
****
I woke all at once. Silence surrounded me. Turning my head, left then right, I looked for the boys. Their spots were empty, and I frowned and sat up. The taste in my mouth distracted me; I needed a toothbrush.
I swung my legs out of bed and stepped on a piece of paper on the floor. A childishly penciled arrow pointed to the hallway. I picked up the paper and walked out of the room, curious. I saw another paper in the living room but detoured to quickly brush my teeth and use the bathroom.
The arrow in the living room pointed to the door. In the hall, another paper pointed to the apartment across from ours. The fragrant aroma of browning bacon tickled my nose. I moved to the door but stopped when I heard a childish giggle below.
Before I could peek over the railing, the door swung inward revealing Emmitt. He held a spatula in one hand while he looked me over with a slow smile. Behind him, bacon sizzled on the stove. My stomach growled. Unlike the morning after tequila, I felt fine.
“Nice shirt,” he commented.
I looked down at the blue cotton t-shirt that almost covered the bottoms of my hello kitty cotton sleep shorts and fought to hide my smile. “Thanks. It’s really comfy.”
“I know,” he said shaking his head. “Want some breakfast before we face the music for last night?”
I nodded, and he stepped aside.
“How’s your back?” I asked sitting on a new stool at the island.
Without furnishings, excluding the stools and cooking utensils, the sound of my voice rebounded off the walls.
“Fine.” He grinned as he moved to turn the bacon. “Is the floor behaving this morning?”
I laughed. Last night, after he had carried me to the truck, the spinning had continued. So much that I begged a piggyback ride upstairs when we returned home. Not waiting for an answer, I’d leapt on him, bringing us both to the floor. The ruckus brought Nana to her door. She had looked at Emmitt with disapproval but only said that she would speak with us both in the morning. Before she closed her door, she assured me that both boys were sleeping upstairs and hadn’t been any trouble. Guilt had pierced me, then, and still did. Sharp little jabs.
He set two plates next to the pan and split the bacon. There had to be a whole pound between the two plates. Leaving the grease in the pan, he fried up five eggs, sliding two on one plate and three on the other. He added two pieces of buttered toast to each and set the smaller portioned plate in front of me. I stared at the food, and my stomach gave a queasy twist.
“Too heavy after last night?” he asked, watching me.
I nodded.
He reached over, picked up a single piece of toast, handed it to me, then set the plate next to his. “Better?”
“Much.” I nibbled at the toast and watched him put away the grease-soaked food. “I was thinking maybe we could spend today together.”
“We could all go to the lake again,” he offered.
I made a face. “Maybe somewhere less public. I’d like to learn more about you, like why a strong fast… person such as yourself could get knocked over by a nineteen-year-old light weight. I’d prefer my brothers not see anything.”
“Nineteen?” His fork clattered to his plate as he whipped his head around to stare at me. He looked horrified when I hesitantly nodded. “She’s going to kill me,” he mumbled pushing away his plate.
“What’s wrong?” I set the half-eaten toast aside as I watched various emotions flit across his face. Shock, concern, calculation, back to concern.
“We all assumed you were a bit older than that.” He quickly gathered the dishes and stacked them near the sink. “Come on. Let’s get this over with.” He offered his hand.
With a frown, I accepted it and followed behind him.
“Are you telling me I look old?”
“Ancient,” he threw over his shoulder with a wink.
As usual, both apartment doors stood open. So did the main entrance door. Outside, the boys were playing on the swing set. Emmitt led us straight into Nana’s kitchen where Jim already sat contritely at the table. Nana leaned against the counter, her eyes boring holes into Jim’s soul. Well, that’s what it looked like anyway.
“Sit,” Nana said.
Emmitt held out a chair for me before seating himself. I felt small and very guilty. Taking a steadying breath, I opened my mouth to apologize for leaving her like I did, but she spoke first.
Nana’s gaze again drilled into Jim. “Your irresponsibility knows no bounds. What were you thinking taking her to a bar! Our job is to keep her safe, not keep her stocked with booze.”
Keep me safe? I blinked at the two repentant looking men, feeling as if I’d walked into a conversation near the end. So this was about me being at the bar with Jim, not me leaving?
“And you,” she said to Emmitt, “are supposed to have her best interests at heart.”
Why was she putting so much of this on them? It was my stupid decision. I took a breath to say just that, but Emmitt beat me.
“That’s why I tracked her down and brought her back,” Emmitt quickly defended. Jim grimaced. That explained Emmitt’s earlier look of calculation. He’d just thrown Jim under the bus.
She turned her steel gaze on me, and I felt myself shrink a little. “At nineteen, you have no right to be going out drinking.”
Whoa. My mouth popped open, and my tempter ignited at the absurdity of her misdirected concern. Had she called me irresponsible for leaving my brothers, I would have meekly nodded. But telling me I was too young to drink of all things!
“That is so—” I stopped myself from saying something stupid, knowing it would make me sound younger in their eyes. “My age doesn’t matter. It never has,” I said instead, thinking of Blake’s use of me.
“You have a responsibility to your brothers,” she said too late.
I flattened my hands on the table, trying to keep my temper under control. “No one knows that better than I do. Their wellbeing, their existence, depended on my obedience. Complete and absolute. Don’t speak. Look up when addressed. Return to your room when your presence isn’t required.
“I messed up last night. I get it.” In essence, I’d left my brothers with strangers. I still didn’t know enough about who they were to trust them with my secret, but I’d left my brothers with them? What if Blake had shown up? What would Nana Wini, a fellow werewolf, have done? Just hand them over? My fingers twitched on the surface of the table. Now I was getting angry with myself. I’d been so stupid.
“They could have been found, and I wasn’t here,” I said.
Nana made a slight noise as if she would continue.
“I don’t need your lecture. I will not be ruled by another…” I clamped my mouth shut and closed my eyes with a flinch.
When I opened them again, three faces studied me with too much intensity. I had such a big mouth.
“I’m sorry.”
I stood and left my stunned audience sitting around the table in Nana’s cheery yellow kitchen. I took the stairs two at a time. As soon as I reached my door, I heaved a sigh of regret. I shouldn’t have yelled at her. She had everything right. I shouldn’t have left my brothers. Especially not to sit at a bar. Granted, that hadn’t been the plan, but I could have insisted Jim drive us back. I could have walked.
With Blake, I hadn’t spent much time with my brothers because I wasn’t allowed. Now, I had all the time I wanted and didn’t value it enough. Instead of being a self-absorbed brat who dwelled on her feelings concerning Emmitt, I needed to stay focused, learn about werewolves, and use the knowledge to protect us from Blake. And, I needed to find a way to test Emmitt’s werewolf abilities without Liam or Aden seeing or hearing anything.
I quickly dressed in a tank top and cutoffs and grabbed the white shirt I’d originally borrowed from Emmitt then trotted downstairs. Both doors still stood open. I spotted Emmitt with the boys in the yard.
When I tapped on Nana’s door, she called me in. Jim still sat at the table. Though I hadn’t heard any yelling, from the look on Jim’s face, Nana had continued after I left.
“Jim, I’m sorry I used you yesterday. I should have faced the issue instead of running from it.” I glanced at Nana’s set face. “Can I talk to you alone for a minute?”
Nana neither agreed nor disagreed. Regardless, Jim flew out of his chair as if it had spontaneously started on fire. There weren’t even retreating steps to mark his passing. He simply vanished. Outside, the boys cheered.
“I shouldn’t have said what I did. You’re right. I’m not being responsible. My past, whether good or bad, doesn’t earn me any hall passes. I’m sorry I left like I did yesterday.”
Nana sighed and deflated a little. The angry light left her eyes. “You are an adult. You’re correct that you don’t need me to lecture you. We are here to help you, Michelle, if you would just let us. We don’t know who you’re hiding from or why. Is leaving here dangerous? Is there a chance the people you’re hiding from could track you here?”
Hearing her echo my recent thoughts increased my worry. “I don’t know.” I ran my fingers through my still wet hair. “I’m so afraid, Nana,” I admitted. “I’m afraid they’ll find us and afraid if I trust…” I looked away for a moment, took a breath, and said as much truth as I could. “I’m afraid you’ll be just like them.”