Tempted

Eliza Jane

Chapter 1

Taylor

I begin my second year at Wilbrook Academy with much more confidence than my first. My boyfriend Colt is in charge after we booted his corrupt father from power, and my friends MJ and Logan are eager to embrace me when I return.

During the few week break in classes between my first and second year, I’d hung out in Pennsylvania with my parents and best friend Piper. I’d missed this place, Colt and my new friends more than I thought I would. It feels like home now.

But I’ve hardly seen Colt in the days I’ve been back at the school. He works long hours in his office, not finishing until well after dark. We usually spend a few minutes together in his room before I have to be in the dorms at Vera’s last check. Even though she works for Colt, she’ll have none of our shenanigans. She’s taken over the role of both of our mothers, much to my dismay. Colt finds her concern amusing. But the lack of alone time is really starting to suck.

After dinner, I tiptoe down the hall past Vera’s office until I reach the door to Colt’s office. It’s Saturday night, so maybe I can convince him to take a much needed break from work. I let myself in and close the door gently behind me. He’s concentrating on the computer screen and hasn’t even noticed me yet. I grin with anticipation.

“Fuck.” Colt growls, slamming his fist against the desk.

“What?” I move around the desk.

He looks up at me, startled at my sudden arrival, but his eyes soften when he sees me. I move around behind him and place my hands on his shoulders, rubbing and kneading away the tension in his neck. “What is it?”

“My brother’s moving back from California. My Dad isn’t going to pay for his private school tuition anymore.”

Oh. His brother Reis. The same age as me. I continue rubbing Colt’s shoulders and feel him relax just a little.

“I have to pick him up from the airport tomorrow.”

“Why won’t your Dad pay from his school anymore?” Seems to me like even though he isn’t working here anymore, he still has plenty of money.

“Because he’s an asshole, Taylor,” he says dryly.

My fingers stop moving for just a moment, then I remember it’s not my place to get involved in their family problems. I’d already wedged myself where I don’t belong enough. I just want to help Colt relax. I continue rubbing his shoulders with firm pressure, the way I know he likes.

“Does Reis know what happened with your Dad?”

He shakes his head. “He doesn’t know half the shady shit he’s pulled over the years, and I’d prefer it to stay that way.”

I know it’s not my place to say anything, but it seems like Reis has a right to know.

“He actually still has a relationship with our Dad, and I don’t want to mess that up for him. He deserves to heave at least one parent in his life.”

I continue working at the knots in his shoulders. He’s been working such long hours lately, it seems to have taken a toll on him.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so distracted with work.”

“It’s okay.”

He lifts my chin to look at me. “No it’s not.” He plants a quick kiss on my mouth.

I smile in response.

“I’d like to take you out tonight.” He smiles back at me as our eyes lock.

“What about work?”

“I’m not working tonight. I’ll be with my girlfriend.”

“Hm.” I kiss him again. “I think I like that word.”

“Me too.” He closes his laptop and stands, looking down at me. “What should we do tonight?”

I shrug, trying desperately to keep my mind out of the gutter. I’m just about to suggest we head to his room when he interrupts me.

“A movie?” he says between kisses.

“We could just stay in.”

He pulls his lips back from mine and shakes his head. “I want to take my girl out. We’ve never been to a movie together.”

It’s true. And he’s so adorable, I can’t argue. Plus, sitting close to Colt in a darkened movie theatre doesn’t sound bad at all.

“Mmm-kay.” I kiss him back. “Should I change?” I look down at my jeans and T-shirt.

He takes a moment to inspect me, running his hands along my jean clad hips, making my stomach squirm with nerves. “Nope. You’d be beautiful in a burlap sack. Come on.” He pulls me by the hand toward the door.

A few minutes later he stops his BMW in front of the theatre so we can read the marque sign and see what’s starting next. Our choices are limited to a cartoon about a squirrel or a horror flick, both starting in about twenty minutes.

“You up for a scary movie?” he asks, rubbing his thumb across my knuckles.

“Sure. Do we have time to get ice cream first?”

Someone taps on his window, startling us both. I lean over him to see who it is. There’s a girl with loose brown waves flowing over her shoulders, too much makeup and a gigantic smile for Colt.

“Do you know her?” I ask.

He shakes his head, and lowers the window. “Sorry, are we blocking traffic? We’ll move.”

“Colt! It’s me, Laura.”

Colt takes a moment to inspect her, and I see the recognition cross his face. “Yeah. Hi.” He glances over at me and then back at her, a blush slowly creeping up his neck.

Laura lowers herself so she can peer inside through his open window and once she spots me her face falls. “Oh.”

Colt watches my expression – shock and hurt – and he winces before turning back to her. “This is Taylor. My girlfriend,” he quickly adds.

She gives me a once over then turns to gaze appreciatively at Colt again. “Kay. Well, I guess I’ll see you around.”

Colt raises the window and speeds from the parking lot. “Let’s get you your ice cream.” He explains as he peels out of the movie theatre parking lot.

I wonder if we’re going to talk about the mystery brunette who seemed so familiar with Colt back there. But he seems set on letting the whole thing drop. “Are we going to talk about what that was?”

He attempts a smile. “Do we have to?”

“She knew who you were. Did you used to date her?”

“Nope.” He parks the car and hops out, coming around to open my door. “Please,” he pleads at my open door when I don’t make a move to get out. “I’m sorry baby. Let’s not let this ruin our night.”

I take a second to breathe before stepping out of the car. I don’t want to be a bitchy girlfriend right now, no matter how much it sucked to be confronted with Colt’s past. He and I don’t get much time together, and I don’t want to ruin it by overreacting. I try and remind myself that Colt was different before he knew me. That girl was with the old Colt. I climb out of the car and let him pull me into a hug.

“Sorry baby,” he breaths against my hair. “Let’s just forget about it, okay?” He squeezes me in a full embrace. I wrap one arm around his back.

“Can I have my ice cream now?”

He chuckles near my ear.

“Come on.”

Chapter 2

Colt

I lead Taylor inside the ice cream shop, my hand resting against the small of her back. I wish I could shield her from the mistakes of my past. But tonight some random girl in a parking lot had forced it to the present. Thank God Taylor brushed it off. She took a second to breathe, squeezing her eyes shut before getting out of the car, like she was giving herself a pep talk, and I loved her for it.

We place our order and wait in line to pay. Taylor’s open mouth and tongue licking at her melting ice cream cone is more than a little distracting. I realize I’m holding up the line, just standing there starring at her. I tear my gaze away from Taylor and her mouth. The cashier is a blonde, her hair tied up in braided pigtails. There’s something familiar about her. Oh shit. As we weave forward in line, a sinking feeling develops in my stomach.

I’m half tempted to give Taylor the cash to pay and duck out of line, but I can’t work up the courage. Maybe she won’t recognize me, but I know I slept with the blonde-haired cashier. Taylor’s at my side happily licking at her ice cream cone oblivious to my torment. Fuck that’s distracting. “Do you want to get us a table while I pay?”

She shakes her head. “I don’t think we have time. We need to get back to the theatre for the movie.”

I say a silent prayer and step up to pay.

The girl doesn’t make eye contact, just tallies up our order, punching keys on the cash register. “Two small cones. That’ll be four dollars.”

When she looks up and meets my eyes, she sucks in a breath and stumbles back a step. “Colt?”

I attempt an innocent smile. “Hello.”

Her eyes flick from mine over to Taylor’s. Taylor’s eyes widen. Shit. She’s stopped eating her ice cream and her blue eyes find mine. I hate knowing I disappoint her. The three of us stand there in an awkward stare off. The girl stares at me, shooting daggers with her eyes. Taylor stares at her feet and I’m watching Taylor, praying she can find it in her heart to forgive me twice within as many minutes. A second later, Taylor mumbles that she’ll wait in the car and heads for the door. Shit. Real smooth, Colt. That’s twice now I’ve fucked up tonight. But I have no clue how to handle these situations. This is entirely new to me.

I hand the girl the cash and dash out after Taylor without waiting for my change.

“Taylor, wait.” I jog over to her.

She’s standing with her back to me, her ice cream cone melting in her hand.

“Did you have sex with that girl?” she asks in a small voice, still facing away from me.

Mt stomach sinks. “Yeah, I did. But it meant nothing.”

“Why didn’t you introduce me?” she asks.

Oh. That’s what she’s mad about? That I didn’t introduce her as my girlfriend? “I, um, don’t remember her name.”

She spins around to face me. “You’re a real asshole, you know that?” She pokes a finger into my chest.

I nod, coyly. “I know. I was lost before you and trying to fill the void, but you’re the one I want now. You’re everything to me and I hate disappointing you. Forgive me, please?” I drop to my knees in front of her right in the parking lot. I probably look like a complete douche bag, but I don’t care I’ll do whatever it takes to make her smile again.

One corner of her mouth lifts up, but her eyes are still guarded. Her ice cream cone is melting and the chocolate is beginning to run down her hand. I lift her hand to my mouth and lick the steam of chocolate from her fingers, watching her expression. I just want to get her to laugh, to forget about all this shit and enjoy herself.

She smashes the ice cream cone in my face, leaving my mouth and chin wet with sticky sweet chocolate. I lick my lips, but the effort is futile. “Feel better?”

She giggles. “Yes, I do actually.”

“Good.” I stand up and fish the napkins from my pocket, cleaning up.

She happily licks at the ice cream cone that’s now flattened from my face.

When we pull up to the movie theatre, I’m almost afraid to go inside, unsure of who else I might know in there. I never realized what a small town this was. Maybe the next time I take Taylor out, we’ll venture a few towns over just to be safe.

I breathe a sigh of relief when I spot a pimply-faced kid at the box office. I sure as shit don’t know him. After buying our tickets, Taylor goes to the concession stand and looks longingly at the popcorn. I slid up behind her. “Can I get you some popcorn?” I whisper.

“It’s okay, I don’t need it.”

I drop my voice an octave lower. “I want to feed it to you. Plus you’ll need your energy for later.”

“Later?” she squeaks.

I nod.

“Large popcorn with butter,” I say to the kid behind the counter.

We make it through the movie without any more unwelcome incidents. Taylor’s braver than I am when it comes to scary movies. I’d hoped she’d be balled up on my lap, burying her head in my chest at the gory parts, but she’d just laugh and throw a handful of popcorn into her mouth. It was adorable. But it left me craving some closeness between us.

The credits begin to roll and I stretch, leaning over to her. “Did you like it?”

She nods, smiling. “Yeah. Thanks for the movie date.” She kisses me once quickly. Her lips are salty and buttery from the popcorn. Yum.

I escort her to the lobby, my arm slung over her shoulders. She makes a stop at the restroom and I stand outside, waiting for her.

“Colt Palmer?” a female voice behind me asks.

Oh not again. I need to get rid of whoever this is before Taylor comes back.

I spin around to a leggy red head in a denim skirt so short it barely covers the important parts. Recognition strikes. This is the red head from earlier this summer, right before I met Taylor. I struggle to remember her name. Anna? Abby?

She grins at me. “Amber. Remember?”

Oh I remember. I remember her screaming out my name and her red hair a wild mess. I shake the thought away.

“Yeah. Hi.” I glance to the bathroom door. Still no sign of Taylor.

“Why didn’t you call me?”

Had she given me her number? I don’t remember. I thought it was just a one-time thing.

She leans in closer, her voice a soft purr near my ear. “You were so fucking good. I wouldn’t mind a repeat of that night.”

Taylor clears her throat next to us.

Holy shit. Taylor! Her face is beat red, her hands balled into fists at her side.

I take a step back from Amber, pulling Taylor closer in to my side. She quickly shrugs out of my grasp. “Amber, this is Taylor.” Would I get points for introducing them?

Amber sticks out her hand toward Taylor. I have no idea what Taylor is going to do next, but she looks like she wants to punch someone, preferably me.

Taylor returns the handshake. “I’m the girlfriend.”

Amber snickers. “I’m the girl he slept with this summer.”

“This summer?” Taylor goes pale.

“Oh, sorry,” Amber says with mock innocence. “How long have you two been dating?”

Taylor turns and rushes for the doors.

“Thanks a lot,” I say to Amber.

She shrugs, looking pleased with herself. Her revenge for me not calling her, I guess.

I rush out after Taylor. She stands against my car, tears freely streaming down her cheeks. “Don’t.” She holds up a hand, preventing me from coming any closer. I unlock her door and open it for her without a word. She slips inside and leans her head back against the seat.

I climb in next to her and pull away. The silence in the car is deafening. “You just need to know I was with her before I even met you – I know she made it sound different, but I promise you, Taylor.”

“Oh you promise me,” she says, sarcasm dripping from her voice. “Just like you promised them that’d you call? Your promises mean nothing. How can I trust you, Colt?”

I stay quiet. She has a point.

“Maybe I want a boyfriend that hasn’t already slept with half the town. Is this going to be what it’s like when we go out? Because I can’t handle this.”

Chapter 3

Taylor

This has officially been the worst date ever. Three of Colt’s past conquests have confronted us tonight, each more beautiful than the last. We ride in silence back to the school. I just want to be alone. I never knew I could have such a jealous streak, but apparently when confronted with a parade of girls who’d all slept with my boyfriend – something I hadn’t even done – it brings out the worst in me.

Colt grips the steering wheel and guns it, eager to be done with this date, just like I am. When he stops the car in the gravel drive, I get out without a word.

He hops out of the car and jogs to catch up with me. “Can we talk, please? I don’t want tonight to end like this.”

I swallow and slowly meet his eyes. He’s pleading with me. And I can’t refuse him. I nod, almost imperceptibly. “Fine.”

He takes my hand and leads me inside.

Once we’re inside Colt’s room, that is normally so familiar and comfortable to me, I just stand there with my arms folded across my chest, not wanting to go any further.

“Come sit.” He guides me by my shoulders over to his bed.

We both sit, but I make sure there’s plenty of space separating us.

I knew this conversation was inevitable, and as curious as I was, part of me wanted to avoid it for as long as possible. But we’d been slowly building to this point the whole summer. We started dating officially a couple months ago, but after Colt’s dad fled, he’d had to take up the slack, so our relationship had progressed slowly, which was just fine with me. Colt’s been busy running the company, recruiting a new class of first years, traveling for field assignments and I’ve stayed busy with school and my friends. It had been pretty close to perfect, but now I’m starting to see things are not going to be so easy for us.

“There are a few things I need to know,” I start.

He nods, solemnly.

“How many girls?”

His eyes widen. He’d been hoping I’d start with an easier question. He looks down. “I’m really not sure.”

“Well, ballpark then. Just give me an estimate.”

His head stays down, and he fiddles with the blanket on his bed. I’m not sure he’s going to answer me.

“Okay, so usually it was what, a few girls a week?”

He looks up suddenly, his face in agony. “No, a few a month. At most.”

“Okay, a few a month, so three times twelve months a year, that’s thirty-six girls a year, and how long have you been this way?”

“Um, I lost my virginity when I was fifteen.”

I calculate and recalculate in my head. Four years times thirty six girls a year on average is almost one hundred and fifty, give or take. Holy shit!

Colt realizes the number the same time I do. “That can’t be right.” He shakes his head.

“One hundred and forty four! Colt.” I smack his shoulder. “You’re a manwhore.”

“Taylor, I’m sorry.” He grabs my hand, but I pull it away. “It’s not that many. I swear.”

My number is one and I regretted even that. Something told me though, Colt didn’t have that same self-awareness. “Did you use protection?”

“Always. Every time, I promise. And I’ve been tested too.”

“Why Colt? How did you get like this?”

MJ and I had a theory, that he’d been looking for love and closeness in all the wrong places. His mother died when he was young and his father turned into a callous workaholic. Colt needed that connection, that closeness to another person. And he found it, if only for a short time, with girl after girl. The feeling never lasted long though, and so he sought the next girl. He hadn’t even known he was stuck in this pattern until I came along last spring. I challenged him in a way that no one had. I didn’t put up with his antics and I think he also liked that I wasn’t falling all over him, like most girls usually did.

But I need to hear Colt say it and realize all this.

“After my mom died, I didn’t have much love in my life. Something was missing. It just left this giant hole in me. I threw myself into martial arts, I enjoyed taking out my aggression and beating the shit out of people just to feel something. But after a while, that wasn’t enough anymore. And then I started high school, and girls started noticing me. I got tall practically overnight and was in good shape from all the training. It was easy. Too easy. I could be with them and forget about my crappy life. I know it’s not right the way I used them, but I figure they were using me for something too, so it didn’t really bother me.”

He’d been getting love and attention the only way he knew how – by sleeping with anything that moved. It was sad, but on some strange level, I understood. Colt had spent many years feeling unloved and not capable of returning love. But I knew he’s capable of more. And I know he wants to change. That’s why tonight, having his past stirred up and brought to the surface sucked.

He shifts on the bed so he’s facing me. His eyes are soft and pleading. “And then I met you. And you were everything I never had. Challenging. Smart. Beautiful. Sassy. I wanted you. But it was weird, because I wanted more than just sex with you. I liked being around you. I was sure I was going to fuck it up somehow, but thank God, you saw through all my bullshit and gave me a chance.”

I smile lightly at him, trying to be encouraging. As mad as I was, am, at him for tonight, I like that he’s opening up to me.

He takes my hand again and this time I let him.

“You are everything to me. Please forgive me Taylor. I promise that is all in my past. A past that I hope we can just forget about.”

I knew it would be impossible for me to forget. Especially now that I know the number one hundred and forty four. God golly. I place my palm on his cheek with its rough stubble. “I can’t forget, Colt. But I can try to forgive the mistakes of your past. I’m not going to lie and say I won’t get jealous sometimes. But I trust you.”

He closes his eyes, and takes a deep breath, relieved. “I don’t deserve you.”

I press a soft kiss to his lips while his eyes are still closed. “Then I guess you’ll just have to work harder to make it up to me.”

* * *

Colt left early this morning to go pick up his brother Reis from the airport. After lunch, I’m passing through the foyer, enjoying the last of my leisurely days before classes start up again tomorrow when I spot them.

I stop suddenly. Colt’s back with his brother Reis. They stand in the foyer, wrestling in the suitcases.

Colt grins when he spots me. “This is my Reis.” Colt gestures to the look-a-like standing next to him. Reis stands a half inch shorter, his hair is messy just like Colt’s, but sandy brown, lightened by the California sun. Other than that small difference, he and Colt are damn near identical. Same strong jaw line, straight nose and hazel eyes framed in dark lashes. Colt places a hand on my shoulder, interrupting my inspection of Reis. “This is my girlfriend, Taylor.”

“Girlfriend? Well done bro.” Reis smiles crookedly and leans in toward me, taking my hand in his. “Nice to meet you, Taylor.”

“You too,” I choke out. Why am I so thrown off? So he looks like Colt? Big deal.

Colt glances down at his watch. “I’ve got to get some work done. Sorry, but Taylor, would you mind showing Reis around a bit and keeping him company for a few hours?”

Reis grins at me.

A few hours? I look down at my shoes. “Uh, sure.”

“That’s okay, I’m pretty tired from travelling. I’d actually just like to take a shower and rest for a little bit if I could.”

“Oh, of course,” Colt says. “In that case, just show him to my room, Taylor.” He pulls his keys from his pocket and works a key free from the set. He hands it to Reis. “Keep it. I have another.”

Colt snakes an arm around my waist and pulls me in towards him. I stumble, losing my balance until I’m against his chest. He leans down and plants a quick kiss on my mouth. “Come by my office later. Okay, baby?”

I nod and kiss him again, but pull away quickly since I sense Reis watching me.

“It’s good to have you back,” Colt says to Reis, patting his shoulder.

Reis is quiet, his eyes still on mine.

Colt takes off in the direction of his office leaving Reis and I standing together in the hall. I begin walking to the stairs and Reis steps in line beside me.

“So what’s your special talent?” he asks with a mocking tone.

Is he jealous that he didn’t have a talent that qualified him to go to his Dad’s school? “Ah, I’m a hacker.” I don’t bother try to rephrase it anymore. I guess that’s what I am.

He nods. “That’s cool.”

“What about you?” I ask. “Any special talents?”

“Unless being a forward on the soccer team would qualify me, then no.”

We reach the second floor and I stop in front of Colt’s door. “This is his room.”

Reis stares at the door. “It’s a definite improvement from the last time I visited – he was still in the dorms.”

Sometimes I forget that Colt used to be a student here. He seemed so confident and in control, especially now that he’s running the whole place. His confidence is sexy, but I didn’t like that he rarely had time to hang out with me anymore with his new workload.

Reis makes no move to unlock the door, and instead turns to me, leaning casually against the wall to study me. “Colt’s never had a girlfriend as far as I know. And you’re not his usual type.”

There’s so much I want to inspect in his comment, but I prioritize. “What do you mean not his type?” I’m terrified he’s measuring my looks against people like Bria and Samantha, the gorgeous girls Colt’s been known to go for.

He looks me up and down and seeing the hurt on my face, he steps closer, his hands raised in a gesture of innocence. “Oh, no. I didn’t mean it that way. You’re hot, so I can see why he likes you. I just meant – you’re younger. He doesn’t normally do younger.”

“Oh.” I guess he’s right. Colt’s always had his eighteen and older rule. I blush knowing that Reis thinks I’m hot.

“And you’re kind of a shrimp.” He pats the top of my head, drawing attention to my height – which clocks in about a foot shorter than him and Colt.

I roll my eyes. “You’re just as charming as Colt, aren’t you?”

He chuckles. I think he secretly likes that I just compared him to his older brother.

“Come on, Shrimp. I need you to show me around.”

Reis slips the key into the lock and holds the door open for me. I hadn’t planned on staying, but I step through. I’ll give him a quick tour so I don’t seem rude. I point to things as we progress through the room. “Seating area. Computer.” I motion to Colt’s sofa and desk. “TV.” I pick up the remote, handing it to Reis as I go. He sets it back down.

“Uh, bed.” My cheeks flamed pink against my will. Reis grins. He smiles easily and often, not like the usually serious Colt.

“So I guess that pretty much completes the tour.”

“Shower?” Reis turns to face me, cocking one eyebrow.

“Oh, right.” I point to the door at the end of the room. “His bathroom’s through there. There should be some towels in the cabinet.”

Reis stands solidly before me. “Well unless you care to join me, I guess that’s it then.”

Join him? In the shower? I attempt an awkward laugh, hoping he’s kidding, but his face is serious. “I’m good, thanks.”

“Knock, knock,” MJ calls, pushing open Colt’s door. Whenever I’m not in the dorm or the computer lab, MJ knows I’m most likely in Colt’s room.

I step back from Reis, thankful for the reprieve from the intensity between us. “Hey MJ.”

Reis grins looking between MJ and I.

“I figured you’d be in here,” she says.

“This is Colt’s brother, Reis. He’s just moving back from California and I was showing him around.”

Reis extends a hand towards MJ, and she places her hand in his. “MJ,” she says, introducing herself while her hand remains locked in his.

Reis is completely at her mercy, taking in her smooth honey-colored skin, chocolate eyes and brilliant smile all in an instant. The way she straightens her shoulders and pushes her chest forward tells me that she’s into him. Which is strange, because she’s so anti-Colt and they look so much alike. He doesn’t shake her hand, he just holds it, releasing it almost reluctantly a moment later.

“Well I was just leaving,” I say to MJ, interrupting the unspoken reverie between them.

“And I was just about to shower. If you care to join me.” Reis tips his chin toward the bathroom, but his eyes rest on MJ.

I stifle a cough. “Um, no. Come on.” I pull MJ by the arm. She doesn’t say anything, but I can tell she considered it for a second. “MJ,” I scold under my breath, pulling her to the door.

“So I guess that’s a no on the shower?” he calls.

I slip out of the room as quickly as I can, towing MJ behind me. I hear Reis chuckling from the other side of the door.

What a little shit! He only did it to get a rise out of me. I stalk away, needing to blow off some steam and keep my distance from Reis.

Chapter 4

Colt

I check my email for any new cases, find one and assign it out to a field agent, then check in with Vera. All the first years are set to arrive today. Vera will be busy. We have a new class of seven students starting. It’s the smallest class we’ve had in several years, but I’m new at all this and don’t have all the connections my dad did to recruit new students.

Then later I need to drive Reis home. Mrs. Lee has him enrolled at a local public school. Neither of us has ever gone to public school, and I know he’s pissed. But he can’t go to school here. It wouldn’t make any sense. He needs a regular high school experience, soccer, getting ready for college – not following in our dad’s footsteps, like I’m doing.

I figured it’d be good to have Reis close by, but I didn’t like the way he’d looked at Taylor this morning. His eyes roamed her body, moving from her hips, back up to her face, then resting on her chest. I wanted to thump him upside the head, but it’s his first day back, and he’s my brother so I let it slide. Sending him off with Taylor was the last thing I wanted to do. I’m craving alone time with her, and wish I could hang out and not have to worry about running this place. When I was an instructor showing up for classes two hours a day, and taking on the occasional assignment, I never realized how easy I had it.

This year, I’ve hired a black belt from the local karate school to teach my old class to the first years, I’ve upped Vera’s responsibilities to handle more of the affairs with the students, and I’ve taken over all of McAllister’s work. I’ve emailed him occasionally when I can’t figure something out on my own, but for the most part, I’m handling it.

I’m working on securing a deal for a new long term partnership rather than one case at a time. It would be nice to have the steady work, and steady income coming in. There’s a total of thirty-nine staff members here to pay, not to mention the mortgage and utilities for the school. I’m hoping a major deal like this could free me up from having to constantly hunt for new cases. Plus I’m not willing to take on some of the shadier things that my dad was willing to do, so I’ve already had to turn down some work from his old contacts. I won’t put Taylor or anyone else in a position to do something illegal ever again. That’s why this securing this deal is so important to me. I open the latest email from Geoffrey, the director of a firm that works directly with the British military that I’m hoping to partner with.

TO: Colt Palmer

FROM: Geoffrey James

SUBJECT: Wiltech partnership

Mr. Palmer,

I appreciate the information you provided on the various skills you employ on your staff. I would like to propose we work together on a trial basis – I have a case you could work now, and if all goes well, we can discuss the long-term arrangement we’ve spoke of.

I’d like for you to come to London, meet with myself and a senior officer to negotiate the details. In addition, you can actively work the case I have in mind from our headquarters in London. We anticipate it shouldn’t take longer than a few weeks.

Let me know if this arrangement is suitable to you.

Best,

Geoffrey

Wow. A few weeks. In London. I hadn’t planned on being away from here – my duties, and of course, Taylor and keeping an eye out for Reis, but if I can secure us a long term contract, it’ll be more than worth it. I won’t have to constantly worry how to keep paying for this staff. About of the bills and invoices come through our office manager to me, and I would’ve never imagined how expensive it is to keep this place up and running. Gas and electric bills, school supplies, food for the cafeteria, and of course salaries for the teachers. McAllister always insisted on giving all of the students a free ride here, so he could easily recruit students to work the cases he wanted, but I’m considering changing that practice in the future. Tuition would help to cover some of the costs.

If I go to London – I’ve got to land this business. I try to picture myself, thousands of miles away, trying to do both jobs, working the case and winning over Geoffrey, plus handling the day to day business of the school from afar. I’ll need someone to go with me if I hope to manage all this. And I know just the girl for the job. Bria. Skilled in negotiations, she’ll be key in influencing Geoffrey to work with us, and she can help me in the case, whatever it is too.

I hit reply and let Geoffrey know that a few weeks in London will be fine, and that I’ll be bringing along an agent of mine to assist in the case.

Taylor’s not going to be happy about me going overseas, let alone being alone with Bria for an extended period of time. I’ll have to break the news to her carefully. Especially after last night’s disaster of a date.

Chapter 5

Taylor

“Hey, Shrimp.” Reis pats the top of my head, rustling my hair.

I roll my eyes. “Hey Reis.”

“Let’s go do something. I’m bored.” He leans over my shoulder inspecting my computer screen. “And this doesn’t look all that important.” He waves toward the screen which is black at the moment, except for a string of code blinking back at me.

I stretch my arms above my head, realizing that I’ve been sitting immobile for several hours. My spine cracks with the movement. “I could take a break. What’d you have in mind?”

He grins, half of his lip curving up in a deliciously naughty manner and he wags his eyebrows at me suggestively.

I punch him in the stomach.

“Ompf.” He hisses, rubbing his tight abs. “Let’s go for a run. We can work out some of this sexual tension between us.”

I cock an eyebrow at him, shaking my head. “Fine. Let’s go.”

After changing into shorts and T-shirt, I meet Reis in the foyer. He’s bent at the waist, lacing up his running shoes. His gym shorts are slung low on his slim hips. No shirt. Damn. I try and fail not to notice his bare chest. He smiles when he catches me looking.

He looks down his body. He knows he’s good looking. Though thankfully he isn’t as cocky as his older brother. “You think you can handle this?”

Scratch that. He’s every bit as cocky. “I think I’ll manage.” I step around him. “I just want to tell Colt we’re leaving.”

He shrugs and follows me to Colt’s office.

The door has been left partially open and I peek my head inside.

He looks tired. One hand roams through his hair causing it to stick up every which way and his other is tapping against the desk like he’s lost in thought. When he hears the door hinges groan, he looks up, catching my eyes.

His face brightens instantly. “Hey baby.”

“Hi.” I cross the office to him and he pushes his chair away from the desk to meet me halfway. I step between his knees and hug him. With him sitting down, we’re closer to the same height and he wraps his arms around my back, squeezing me to him with a firm pressure. I feel him inhale against my neck and relax against me. It makes me smile. I pull back and kiss him once briefly on the corner of his mouth. “I’m going go for a run with Reis.”

He eyes go from mine to Reis’s form standing in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame. “Can you put on a fucking shirt?”

Reis chuckles.

A deep blush creeps up my neck. I don’t like Colt thinking that Reis’s body is distracting me, but that’s obviously what he assumed. And unfortunately he’s right. It is a little distracting.

But when I’d told Colt about Reis hitting on me before, he’d chuckled and said good for him. Apparently Reid used to be something of a wallflower and Colt’s reaction was one of pride. I don’t know what I’d been expecting…jealousy…or annoyance, but not pride. He actually seemed amused. I was forced to let it go. If Colt didn’t care about Reis’ ogling me and flirting, then why should I?

I kiss Colt once more. “I’ll run, then I’ll shower and after I’ll come and find you.”

He nods. “I should be done in a few more hours.”

I guess I have some time to kill. I turn and follow Reis from the office.

Reis sets off at a steady pace once we’re outside the building. He leads me behind the school to a worn path that runs along the perimeter of the woods. He runs at a moderate pace, slow enough so that I can keep up, but fast enough that we were both getting a workout.

“Colt doesn’t do the girlfriend thing. You must be pretty special, Shrimp.”

“Yeah. I guess so.” I wasn’t sure why, but talking about my relationship with Colt feels weird. Struggling for a way to change the subject, I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. “What about you…girlfriend?”

“Not anymore. I was seeing a girl last year, but it ended a few months ago.”

He’s quiet for the next several minutes as our feet continue to pound along the trail, our breaths coming fast. I guess that’s all I’m going to get from him. But it’s interesting to know that he doesn’t have the same hang-ups as his brother when it comes to girls.

“So are you excited about your new school?”

He scoffs. “Oh yeah, starting a new school your senior year is awesome.”

I could relate to his sentiment. When I started here last year, I thought my life was over. Little had I known at the time that my life would never be the same.

Last year was quite a wild ride, between falling for a bad boy that I knew wasn’t good for me, and causing an oil tanker to crash against the reef with a hacking assignment from McAllister, who turned out to be Colt’s father…yeah, last year was anything but boring.  I learned that I liked the thrill. The thrill of hacking and training in martial arts, and capturing the heart of a boy who didn’t think he could love again after he lost his mother. While I certainly didn’t want to go back to my old life in boring Pennsylvania, I hoped for a little more calm this year as I settled into a routine with Colt. I just didn’t know if Reis being here and Colt’s new leadership role were going to change things.

Chapter 6

Colt

I turn and face Reis. “Taylor told me you hit on her.”

“Dude, I was kidding.”

“I know. That’s what I told her. But she didn’t know that, so just don’t make her uncomfortable, okay?”

“Yeah, sorry man.” Reis rubs a hand over the back of his neck.

“It’s alright. I’m just going to need you to watch out for her.”

He studies me, waiting for an explanation.

“I have to go to London for a few weeks.”

Reis frowns. “That’s sucks. You’re going to miss my first soccer game.”

“Sorry bro. Take Taylor.”

I’m not sure why I offer her up like a consolation prize, but I can tell he likes being around her almost as much as I do. She’s sassy and smart and doesn’t take an ounce of crap. It sort of reminds me of our mom, and I wonder if Reis feels that way too. She was the same way with us, easily keeping two rowdy boys in line with a single look. I smile at the memory.

“How long will you be gone?” Reis asks.

“I’m not sure, at least a few weeks.” I stuff a pile of papers into a stack and shove them in a file folder. I needed to get an assistant.

“Does Taylor know?”

“Not yet. I’m going to tell her tonight.”

He nods, looking at me thoughtfully. “I’ll take care of her while you’re gone.”

“Thanks, man.”

Bria pokes her head in my office. “You wanted to see me?” She grins, looking between Reis and I. I’m used to her eye raping me, but I don’t like the way looks hungrily at Reis.

He’s eating up the attention, holding her in his gaze too.

“This is my little brother, Reis.” I emphasize the word little, as in too young for you.

“Bria.” She moves closer to us, swaying her hips as she walks.

“What’s up?” Reis causally nods in her direction.

I resist the urge to roll my eyes. “Can you leave us?” I say to Reis.

He shuffles out past Bria, his eyes on her the whole time. Bria watches his behind as he exits. Well that was annoying.

“So Colt Palmer is talking to me again?” Bria steps closer, placing her hand on my chest.

I lift her wrist and remove her hand. “You know it’s not like that between us anymore.”

A look of hurt flashes across her face, but she steps back and holds her head high. “Then what do you want?”

“I need your help.”

I explain the arrangement I’m trying to secure with Geoffrey and the British military contract and how I need her negotiation skills, which she loves. I ask her not to say anything to anyone, since I haven’t told Taylor yet. She grins and bites her lower lip. She likes that she knows about this trip before Taylor does. Maybe this was a bad idea. No. I have some making up to do with Taylor before I spring this on her.

“Bria, don’t say anything.”

She holds her hands up. “Fine, lover boy. But I doubt she’ll be happy about this.”

“I know.”

When Bria leaves I go online and buy our plane tickets and reserve our hotel. Then I email Taylor.

TO: Taylor Beckett

FROM: Colt Palmer

SUBJECT: Tonight

I know it’s against the rules, but considering I’m in charge…I don’t care. Please come over tonight?

Colt

A few seconds later, she responds.

TO: Colt Palmer

FROM: Taylor Beckett

SUBJECT: RE: Tonight

Mr. Palmer,

Even though it’s a gross misuse of power, I like when you’re in charge. I’m hanging out with Logan and MJ tonight, but after lights out, I’ll sneak down. But you have to promise you’ll talk to Vera if I get busted.

Yours,

Taylor

I’m lighting the last candle when I hear her tap softly at the door. I open it and pull her into my arms. Sweet vanilla and her floral shampoo fill my senses. “Hi.”

She wraps her arms around me, hugging me tight.

I walk us backwards and let the door swing closed behind us. The room is dim with just a few candles glowing softly.

“Wow. Thank you for planning this,” she says, noticing the candles once I release her.

“You’re welcome, baby.” I wanted to show her that she’s special to me.

“You just don’t want to go out in public with me after what happened last time.”

I grin, guilty as charged. “No. I just wanted tonight to be about you and me.”

She smiles up at me, lifting up on her toes to kiss my cheek. “Sometimes you say the sweetest things.”

Good. That’ll make what I have to tell her easier.

“But still, I think we need to talk about last weekend.”

“Oh.” I frown.

“We can’t just hide from your past.”

“Why not?” I nuzzle against her neck, breathing her in.

She giggles, but swats me away. “Because. I have a few more questions for you.”

Shit. I thought we’d been over this. I lead her to my bed, where I have a tray of strawberries, chocolate sauce and bowl of Cheetos.

“For me?” she asks, smiling.

I nod.

“Sweet of you.” She pops a Cheeto in her mouth, settling on my bed.

Her posture tenses, stalling around the questions she wants to ask.

“Lean back,” I murmur, arranging the pillows behind her. She leans against them so she’s half sitting, half lying down.

I dip a strawberry into the bowl of chocolate sauce. “Close your eyes,” I whisper.

She obeys, letting her eyes fall closed.

I bring the berry to her mouth and dab the chocolate on her bottom lip. She smiles and her tongue darts out to taste it.

“Mmm. It’s warm.”

Pride surges inside me, happy that I’ve pleased her. I lean in and lick the rest of the chocolate from her lip.

She inhales sharply at the surprise of my tongue on her mouth and her eyes fly open before slowly drifting closed again.

I want tonight to be perfect for her since I’d fucked up on our date last weekend and I still had to tell her about going out of town with Bria.

I feed her the strawberry and kiss away the sweet juice lingering on her bottom lip.

She smiles, lazily opening her eyes. “We’re still going to have that conversation.”

Damn. Distracting her wasn’t going to work. “I know.”

I fed her a Cheeto next.

She chews and swallows, watching me thoughtfully.

I pop one into my mouth as I give her another. Maybe if I keep feeding her, we won’t have to talk. I loose count of the number of Cheetos I feed her when she holds up her hand, stopping me.

“I’m good, thank you.”

I move the tray from the bed and settle in next to her. “I have something to tell you, but you go first. What do you want to know?”

“So last weekend…all those girls…it got me thinking.”

That’s exactly what I was afraid of.

“Why did you seem to change so easily for me? And how can I trust that you have really changed?”

What can I say to make her believe me? This change might seem fast to her, or not sustainable, but I know it is. Being with Taylor grounds me and gives me a connection I’ve been missing for years. And I don’t even care how sappy I sound. The love word pops into my head again, but I don’t want to tell her yet. I don’t want her to think I’m just saying it to smooth things over.

She’s waiting, watching me. I cup her face, and drift my thumbs across her cheeks. “I’m falling for you, hard, baby. Give us a chance, okay? Give me a chance to show you how much you mean to me.”

She leans in and kisses me. Thank God.

But after several minutes, she stops and pulls back. “What did you have to tell me?”

Oh, shit that’s right. I need to tell her I’m going away. But suddenly, telling her about Bria right now when things are still so fragile between us doesn’t seem right. I’ll have to tell her eventually, but not right now. Not when we’ve just made up.

I take a deep breath. “You know how I’ve turned down some of the assignments McAllister had lined up?”

She nods.

“I’m working on a new deal for the school, and it means I’ll have to go away for a little while.”

“Oh.” Her face falls.

“I’m leaving next week, and I’ll be in London for a few weeks while I work one case and try to secure a long term partnership with another agency.”

“London, huh?”

I nod.

“Sounds cool.”

I shrug. “I guess. I’ll be working a lot, so there won’t be much time for fun.”

My cell phone chimes loudly from across the room. This is not the first time it’s interrupted one of our moments alone together.

Taylor sighs, rolling her eyes. “That phone is really starting to piss me off.”

I reach for it. I’ve missed several calls and texts from girls I used to hang out with. Shit. Taylor looks down at the phone, a little crease on her forehead.

“Sorry,” I mumble.

She shakes her head. “I’m going to erase all those old contacts from your phone.”

“Hey.” I tilt her chin up to meet my eyes. “I’m sorry, okay. You trust me, right?”

She nods once. “But that doesn’t mean I like it.”

She never fails to tell me exactly how she feels. It’s one of the things I like about her.

Chapter 7

Taylor

I try to forget about the random girls calling my boyfriend to hook up, and let what he just told me about London sink in. I don’t like the idea of him leaving for several weeks, not when things are just starting to get to a solid place between us, but I understand that he has to do this for his job.

“I asked Reis to keep an eye on you while I’m gone.” He kisses my forehead.

“I don’t need babysitting, Colt. Besides, I’ll keep myself busy with school, MJ and Logan.”

“I know. It’s just, he doesn’t have many friends here, so you’d actually be doing me a favor if you kept him company. And I already asked him. He wants you to come to his first soccer game.”

“Okay.” I shrug. I can hang out with Reis while Colt’s gone. Maybe I could help him grow up a little, like I’d managed to do with Colt.

I settle into Colt’s arms, completely at home, completely comfortable. I love how open he’s learning to be with his feelings toward me. I won’t lie that hearing him say he’s falling for me sends tingles down my spine.

I decide a little reward is in order for this cute night he planned. I turn to face him and climb into his lap while a lazily grin spreads across his lips.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“Shh.” I lean down and press my lips to his. “You’ve been good tonight.” I place another kiss on his mouth. He smiles against my lips.

* * *

“Colt,” I groan as he moves to my neck, his hands exploring my body.

He lets out a frustrated growl, stopping his progression of kisses down my throat.

“Don’t stop,” I beg. I press my hips into his, urging him to keep going.

His breath comes fast against my neck. “I want to baby. So bad.” He pulls back. “But I can’t take this.”

“I’m sorry. I know you’re not use to going this slow.”

“It’s okay, honey.” He skims my hair back from my face, tucking it behind my ears, then leans in to kiss my forehead.

I can tell this is it, the moment is over. He pulls back from me. “No, it’s not okay.” I grab his hands, keeping him near me, though I can tell he’s desperate to get away and clear his head. Suddenly I don’t want him to. I don’t want him thinking too much about our relationship which moves in stops and starts, never progressing to the point where either of us feels satisfied. I look up and meet his gorgeous hazel eyes, framed in dark lashes. “I’m scared I’m not what you need.”

He brushes his knuckles along my cheek. “Hey, stop that.”

“No, Colt.” I let out a frustrated sigh. “I’m serious. I know I don’t stack up to all the girls in your past.”

“Hush.” He forces my chin up to meet his eyes. His look is serious. “They don’t stack up to you. Not even close. It’s you that I want.”

“I know you want to…have sex.”

He smirks, unable to deny it’s true.

“And even though my body wants that too, I’m still not ready. And I don’t want you to get frustrated by waiting for me – and at the same time, once we do it – I don’t want you to get bored with me.”

“Taylor, you are everything to me. You opened up my heart and showed me how to feel again. I want you. I want you in a way I’ve never wanted anyone. I want you – all of you to be mine. But what I told you before still stands. You will set the pace. I will never push you – well, not intentionally.” He leans down to skim his lips softly across mine. “I want you, baby, but not just the physical stuff. I want all of you. But I will wait until you’re sure. Okay, baby?”

I lean forward and press my lips to his. His mouth is soft and I let my tongue reach out and carefully lick his top lip. I feel him smile in response. My hands move to his hair, tangling the locks around my fingers and tug him even closer. He lets out a groan and my heart riots in my chest.

I pull back to meet his eyes. They are bright and gleaming with his desire for me.

“What was that for?” he asks.

“Sorry.” I look down and blush. “It makes me sorta insane when you call me baby.”

“Hm.” He lifts my chin and looks at me thoughtfully. “Good. I like that.” He leans down and kisses me chastely on the lips, careful not to rile me up again.

Chapter 8

Colt

I drop my boxer briefs and jeans to the floor and look up at Taylor. Her eyes widen, and then squeeze closed. She’s so damn cute. And innocent. It’s making me hot.

She looks down it again and shifts on the bed. I follow her eyes and grin a little. But when I look back at her face, I see how nervous she is. She swallows down a lump in her throat.

“What’s wrong?” I look down at myself and then back up at her. “You don’t like my body?” I tease.

She shakes her head, her eyes darting to mine. “No. I love your body, too much. It’s just that… that,” she looks down again, “is…um, bigger than I was expecting.”

I want to puff my chest out and strut around the room. My girl just told me I was big. I love hearing that shit. But then I see that she’s genuinely scared. Crap. I place my hands on the bed on either side of her and lean in. “I won’t hurt you. I promise.” I press a kiss to her forehead. “You’ll set the pace. And if you don’t want to have sex – then we won’t.” I rub my nose along her jaw, hoping to get her to loosen up. “Okay, baby?”

She nods and I can tell she’s smiling.

Good girl. “Now, you have far too many clothes still on.”

She lets out a giggle and pulls me down on top of her.

I place my hand over her heart and feel it thumping wildly. I love knowing I do that to her. Just me. I never would have thought having a girlfriend had so many perks. But Taylor’s showing me things I never realized I was missing. I work my hand under her shirt, caressing the soft curve of her stomach, but avoiding her hips where she’s ticklish, knowing she’ll swat me if I tickle her right now. I push her shirt up, and she squirms on the bed, helping me. “Can this come off?” I murmur against her mouth, not wanting to break the kiss even to talk. She nods.

I sit up with her, and quickly strip her of her shirt. My fingers hesitant for a second at the back clasp of her bra, then she nods again and I unhook it and toss it on the floor with my clothes.

I can tell she’s nervous being undressed around me, but I want her know how beautiful she is. I stop kissing her, and hold her face carefully a few inches from mine. “You’re amazing.” She looks down, blushing. “I love how soft you are.” I trail my fingers along her upper arms. “And I love the way you smell.” I press my nose and mouth to her neck, tasting as I go. “I want to kiss every part of you,” I say against her neck. She lets out a soft moan at my words. “And I can. Because you are mine.” She smiles up at me, relaxing just a bit. “So beautiful,” I murmur against her lips.

She crushes her mouth to mine, kissing me intensely. Our tongues meld together in pure heat and energy. She’s breathing hard and pinned underneath me. The contact of her skin against mine is heaven. She wraps her legs around my waist, drawing me even closer and groans when our hips meet and grind together. I find the button of her jeans and undo it. “Can these come off?”

She blinks up at me, hesitating as she considers it.

“I need to be closer to you, baby.”

She smiles at my words and nods, too eagerly. I take a break from kissing her for just a second, and remove her jeans. I leave her panties on. Those really need to stay on if I’m serious about her setting the pace. Even though I feel like I’m about to explode.

She wraps her legs around me again, and her bare legs skim against my back, coupled with the very little fabric now separating us nearly pushes me over the edge.

Chapter 9

Taylor

I’m dressed in just my panties, happily grinding against Colt, getting lost in his kisses, his caresses. I wrap my legs around him and he grips my hips, lifting me and pulling me closer. He lets out a groan. “Fuck, Taylor.”

His voice makes my insides go all molten. Despite loving that well placed swear word, I swat his chest, just to tease him. “Don’t curse.”

He groans kisses me again.

I know he said that I’d set the pace, but I feel anything but in control right now. My heart is pounding painfully in my chest. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on.

And that scares me. I don’t want to mess up what Colt and I have. Though I’m not still worried he’ll get bored of me after we have sex, it does still lurk somewhere in the back of my mind.

“Colt.” I push his shoulders back. “Colt, stop.”

He looks up at me with pain and confusion. He looks alarmed at the idea of having to stop. I feel bad. But not bad enough to make me do something I’m not ready to do.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, his voice husky.

“I’m sorry. I thought I was ready. But I’m not.” I look down.

He rolls over and pulls in a deep lungful of air. “Okay. That’s fine. Sorry, I just got a little carried away.”

“Are you sure?” I mumble, feeling stupid.

He snuggles me securely to his side. “Of course, everything’s fine. Better than fine. You just do insane things to my body, but I promise I’m fine.”

He presses a kiss to my forehead, then gets off the bed to gather up my clothes.

Chapter 10

Colt

I’ve arranged all the details for our trip, and covered everything with Vera for while I’m away. Last month I sold the last of McAllister’s stock from his shady stock that skyrocketed thanks to orchestrating the oil spill. I donated the $1.9 million anonymously to the oil clean-up effort, just like Taylor wanted. It was the right thing to do, but the lack of income producing cases was starting to concern me. The sooner I could get this London deal secured, the better I would feel. I still had to deal with telling Taylor about Bria. I know I shouldn’t have put it off for so long, but it never seemed like the right time. Every time we were alone, my phone was going off with another girl calling. That shit had to stop.

I open the door and pull Taylor inside. Coming down here after lights out was quickly becoming our habit. One we’d have to break soon, because tonight was my last night in town for a little while. I had to tell her about Bria tonight. And I hope the gift I picked out would make up, at least in part, for how mad she was going to be.

“Come here. I got you something.”

I lead her to the bed, where I’ve wrapped a shoebox in silver paper.

“You got me a gift?” Her eyebrows dart up in surprise, and she smiles.

“Yep. It’s for both of us, actually.”

She tears into the paper, and lifts the lid from the box. Nestled inside are two identical smart phones. “Cell phones?”

She picks one up.

“One for you, and one for me. So we can keep in touch better while I’m away. I activated them both with international calling.”

She smiles.

“And the best part? I changed my number. I have like four contacts in there now. You, Reis, Mrs. Lee, and a few people from the school.”

She laughs, and throws her arms around my shoulders. “That was sweet of you. Thanks.”

She laughs it off, but we both know what it means: No more random calls for girls from my past.

Chapter 11

Taylor

Colt’s new phone is far more significant than just a new piece of technology. It means he’s giving up his past. He’s walking away from all of that. For me. I’ve thought a lot about our first time together over the last few weeks, and as we’ve continued to grow closer each day, I know I’m ready. I want to share everything with him. With him going away, our relationship will be tested sooner than I thought, but I know we’ll be fine. I want to take this step with him before he leaves, to show him that I trust him, and like he’s shown me with the new phone that I’m in this relationship completely.

After opening my gift, I lay across his bed, playing with my new phone. He seems distracted, probably at the thought of going away for several weeks. His suitcases are packed and placed near the door, reminding me of our limited time together.

He lays down next to me on the bed, and I tuck my head under his chin. His arms wrap around me, and our legs automatically intertwine as we both seek to get closer.

“How long will you be gone?”

He presses a kiss to my forehead. “Not sure yet. A few weeks.”

“I have something I wanted to tell you tonight.”

He leans back so he can see my face. “Okay. I have something I wanted to tell you too.”

I smile. “Me first.”

He nods.

“I’m ready,” I whisper near his ear.

His muscles tense at my touch. “No.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “I’m fine, baby.”

“Well you might be fine waiting, but I’m not. I want to, Colt. Don’t make me beg.”

He studies my eyes, checking for any signs of wavering. I stare back at him, sure of my decision. “I want this. Trust me, okay?” I kiss him quickly, pulling back to see his reaction.

“Are you sure?”

I nod, meeting his eyes.

His breathing goes shallow and he nuzzles into my neck, planting soft kisses all along my jaw. “You are amazing. I am the luckiest guy in the world.”

My stomach tightens in anticipation, waiting and wondering what’s going to happen next. Being with Colt is nothing like being with Wes. Where Wes was clumsy and nervous with sweat coated palms, Colt is confident and relaxed. “I guess there’s a benefit to your history with other girls. You know what you’re doing,” I murmur at his touches.

“There’s never been any other girls but you.”

I pull back for a second, and smirk at him.

“I’m serious,” he says. “None of that mattered to me anyways. But this…this is important to me. I’ve never had sex with it meaning something more. So this will sort of be a first for me.”

I smile at his words, and lean down to kiss him again.

We kiss passionately for several minutes, until I’m panting at the anticipation of going farther. When Colt’s hands find my hips and pull me closer, I groan against his mouth.

He pulls back sharply. “It doesn’t have to be tonight.” At my frown, he continues. “We don’t have to stop yet, but we also don’t have to go any further. Okay?”

“Stop backing out. If you don’t want to sleep with me…”

He chuckles, low and deep in his throat. “Yeah, that’s it.” He shakes his head, kissing me again.

Sensing that Colt may still need more convincing, I take matters into my own hands. I want to show him that I am ready. I pull my shirt over my head and drop it on the floor. I’ve been shirtless in front of him before, but never without a bra. I reach back to undo it, fumbling with the clasp. Colt’s fingers find mine and the clasp springs free. I chuckle. Yes, he is good at this. He pulls his shirt off over his head, tossing it onto the floor, along with my bra. It doesn’t even occur to me to be self-conscious. I want this with him. He pulls me to him and the contact of our chests rising and falling together is amazing.

“Do you have protection?” I breathe.

“Shh. We don’t have to do this.”

I force his chin up to meet my eyes, glaring at him. “Don’t make me beg.”

He reaches into the nightstand beside the bed and removes a square package, setting in on the bed beside us.

My stomach is a ball of nerves. Seeing that package makes this all more real.

His hands roam up my back, starting at the base of my spine and massaging as he moves up. We continue kissing while I plot my next move, and push down the tingle of nerves in my stomach.

His cell phone buzzes loudly, vibrating on the night stand. At first annoyance flares inside me, then I remember, hardly anyone has his new phone number. “That’s your new phone. Should we see who it is?” I murmur against his mouth.

Instead of answering, his tongue caresses mine, coaxing my mouth open as he deepens the kiss.

The second time the phone buzzes, I reach for it with my free hand, wondering who has his new number. “Bria?” I read the screen.

He stops kissing me abruptly and reaches for the phone. I hold it tight and read the text.

Hey hotstuff. What should I pack for London?

What the hell? Colt reads the text over my shoulder and winces. He didn’t want me to see this. He didn’t want me to know she was going to London with him.

“Bria’s going?”

I wait for him to deny it, to explain it’s just a coincidence. But he says nothing.

“And you hid it from me?”

His face falls, knowing he’s fucked up big time.

My stomach drops.

I reach for my bra and shirt, grabbing them from the floor and struggle with getting my bra on correctly. I’m so angry my hands are shaking. And to think, I was going to sleep with him tonight. Once I finally have my bra clasped, I thrust my head through my shirt, it’s inside-out, but I don’t care.

“Taylor, wait,” he pleads.

I spin around and face him, challenging him to try and explain this.

“It’s not like that, baby.” He reaches for my hand.

I pull it back. “Don’t. Call. Me. That.”

He balls his hand into a fist. “I needed to bring another agent with me, and I needed her negotiation skills to I can secure this deal, Taylor. It’s critical for the school that I land this.”

“I know that, Colt. We’re not disputing that you need to go to London. Or even the fact that Bria is going with you. I know she works here. What I’m angry about is that you kept it from me.”

He drops his head, running his hands through his hair so it sticks up at a crazy angle in the back. “I was going to tell you tonight,” he whispers. “But you kind of distracted me.”

“That’s even worse, Colt. You were going to go through with my plan for tonight – with this hanging over us? This is a big deal for me. How can I trust you now?”

“I’m sorry, baby.”

His phone buzzes again with a new text from Bria. I realize I’m still gripping it in my hand.

You there? It says.

“Here. Your new phone.” I toss the phone at him, and leave the room.

Chapter 12

Colt

Bria is sitting on the bottom stair in the foyer, waiting for me with her head in her hands. I share her sentiment. It’s entirely too early to be up. But we have a six o’clock flight, and need to be to the airport extra early for the international flight.

“I want to say goodbye to Taylor. Wait here for me?”

She nods, barely looking up.

I jog up the stairs to the third floor dorms and peek inside. It’s dark and silent. I stride over to Taylor’s bed and watch her sleep for a few seconds. I don’t know what she’s dreaming about, but a little line creases her forehead, like she’s worried about something, even in her sleep. I smooth it out with my thumb. She blinks her eyes open at the contact. “Hey,” I whisper down at her.

“Hi,” she murmurs. For just a second she forgets she’s mad at me, and that I’m leaving today and she grins up at me, sleepily, happy. I can see the exact moment it dawns on her. Her happy little smile falls and that line etches in between her brows.

“I just wanted to say goodbye.” I bend down and touch my lips to her forehead, right over the crease. “I hate leaving when you’re mad at me.”

Someone in bed next to her turns over, rousing at my voice. Taylor gestures to the hall. I wait there while she gets up and puts on her robe. Then she joins me in the hall. “You didn’t have to get up.”

She yawns. “I just didn’t want you to wake everyone up with your groveling apology.”

“If that’s what you want, you got it, baby. I am sorry, you know that, honey.”

She stays quiet. I know I won’t get out of this one easy. “You want to walk me out?”

She nods. “Sure.”

We reach the bottom of the stairs and Bria is there, slinging a bag over her shoulder. She’s in bright pink sweatpants with the word sexy printed across her behind and her thong peeks from the waistband. I flick my eyes to Taylor. She noticed it too and her eyebrows pull together in frustration. Shit.

“Bria, wait in the car for me.”

She nods and leaves us alone in the foyer.

I take Taylor in my arms, giving her a squeeze. “Please don’t be mad at me. I know I constantly fuck up, and that my past sucks, and I’m not at all good at being a boyfriend, but I want to be. Give me another chance, baby.”

She steps back from my arms, looking up and studying my face. The words hang heavily between us, charged with the early morning hour and the fact that I’m leaving with Bria. She’s quiet. I don’t know if I expected her to forgive me so easily, but the fact that she doesn’t say anything stings more than I thought it would.

Then she presses a soft kiss to my lips. “We’ll talk when you get back.”

I attempt a smile, but it feels wrong. I hate that I fucked this up. I fish my new cell phone from my pocket. “I’ll call you every day. Okay?”

She nods.

“And we can email.” She offers a small, sad smile. I stuff the phone back in my pocket. And head out after Bria, feeling like a total jackass.

Chapter 13

Taylor

I transfer a scoop of scrambled eggs and two strips of bacon from the warming tray to my plate and follow MJ and Logan to our table.

I stab a forkful of overcooked eggs and MJ and Logan exchange a look.

“What?” I grumble around the eggs.

MJ lifts her right eyebrow, which now sports a tiny barbell. “Now that Colt’s gone, you’re going to be bitchy?”

I swallow down the bite of eggs. “No.” Then stab another forkful. I’m going to make the best of it, but my lack of sleep last night after the Bria incident and then waking up at the crack of dawn when Colt said goodbye had left me drained.

Britt hovers near our table, laughing loudly into her cell phone. “You’re just getting to bed? Damn girl.”

Clearly her friends are just as classy as she is. Britt graduated last year and is now an associate agent. Her failed attempts at seducing Colt last year mean she and I do not see eye to eye.  “Well good luck dislodging the stick from Colt’s ass.”

At the mention of his name, I lift my head. She must be talking to Bria.

Britt continues and my eyes follow her across the room. “The London Tower at sunset sounds so romantic! Aw, B, you are so lucky!”

I grip my can of Diet Coke, crinkling the aluminum in my grasp.

“Breathe, Taylor,” MJ reminds me. “You know those bitches are just doing it to get a reaction from you. Don’t play into their trap.”

I pull a deep breath into my lungs, fighting to clear my head. I know MJs right. Britt and Bria have little in the way of self-control or self-respect. They’re two years older than me, but conduct themselves like complete amateurs.

“Besides the London Tower was a prison, it’s not romantic,” MJ adds.

Britt saunters away, saying goodbye to Bria and my heart rate struggles to return to normal.

A look passes between MJ and Logan. They’re concerned about me. But I’m dead set on proving them wrong. I’m not one of those pathetic stalker girlfriends cataloging her boyfriends every move.

“So Reis has a soccer game this Friday. You guys want to come with me?”

“You mean Boyfriend Junior?” Logan laughs.

Because Reis looks so much like Colt, MJ and Logan have taken to calling him Boyfriend Junior.

“Sorry, can’t,” MJ says stirring her coffee. “I have a date Friday.”

“And I’d rather play with explosives than do the whole high school game night thing,” Logan adds.

“You guys suck.” But at least I’ll have something to do this weekend to distract myself. Reis has already has plans to spend the weekend here, staying in Colt’s room so we can hang out. He doesn’t know many people at his new school yet. Our school’s so damn small, it’ll be nice to have the company. I avoid looking over at Britt for the remainder of breakfast.

* * *

Sitting on the hard metal bleachers, I’m starting to regret agreeing to come to Reis’ game. But when his team took the field, I found myself leaning forward to try and spot him. I grinned when I picked him out of the group of guys. Number twenty-one. His build is athletic, and just like Colt he’s been graced with a robust sense of confidence.

My eyes stay glued to Reis. He’s a forward, which means he’s front and center for a lot of the action. I watch him trek up and down the field and notice the glean of sweat that dampens his hairline, and the rosy flush of his cheeks. His face is fixed with determination and he shouts commands out his teammates on the field. I still can’t get over how much he looks like Colt. Their voices even sound the same. Watching him that makes me aware of missing Colt. But thankfully watching Reis makes it easy to get lost in the game. His labored breathing and the grunts he releases when he connects with the ball are a damned near perfect distraction.

After the game, Reis jogs to the bleachers to meet me. He gives me the keys to wait for him in his Jeep and says he’ll take a quick shower and be right out.

It’s easy to find his ride the parking lot. He drives a big red Jeep on oversized tires. I climb inside. It’s a very utilitarian vehicle, very unlike Colt’s sexy luxury sedan, built for speed and agility. This is all about function. The seat is rough underneath me, faded by the sun and elements.

Reis saunters out to the parking lot, his damp hair hanging in his eyes. He’s changed into jeans and a vintage Pink Floyd T-shirt with sandals. He looks cute. Very California.

He gets in and the Jeep rumbles to life, vibrating the seat underneath me.

“I’m starved. Want to grab dinner?”

I nod. “Sure.”

Reid drives us to a little diner along the main street of the town where he and Colt grew up. He parallel parks and hops don from the Jeep. I climb carefully down, my sandals slapping against the pavement with a thud.

Once inside, he relives the highlights from his game and we each order soda, a cheeseburger for him and a grilled chicken sandwich for me. Our food is out lightning fast.

Reis douses his burger in ketchup and takes a big bite. I cut my chicken sandwich in half and have only taken one bite when he’s stuffing the last of his burger into his mouth.

“So Colt says your pissed at him and I’m supposed to try to talk you into forgiving him,” he says, moving onto his fries.

“And?” I ask around a bite a grilled chicken.

“I’m not going to.” He grins. “If he’s stupid enough to fuck this up, his loss could be my gain.” His look is smug, and he tosses a few more fries in his mouth.

“Not going to happen, Reis.” It’s best to shoot his crazy ideas down now.

“A guy can hope, right?”

“What about MJ?” I remember the glances they shared.

“She’s a little too wild for me. I like girls that are more down to earth.”

He doesn’t say like me, but I can tell that’s what he’s thinking. I’m flattered, but have no idea what to say next. He eats the last fry on his plate and looks longingly at mine. The temptation process too great and he steals a fry from my plate and tosses it in his mouth.

“So why are you mad at him? He didn’t say.”

I’m not sure if I should drag Reis into my relationship problems, but then I figure why not? Colt’s thrust us together and it might be nice to get a guy’s perspective on it. “He didn’t tell me about Bria, his ex-fling, going with him.” I remember the way I found out, in the heat of the moment by seeing her name on his phone. My stomach sinks at the memory, my appetite waning.

Reis’ eyes stay on mine. He’s an attentive listener. “You can have another.” I shift my plate so he has easier access to my fries.

He hesitates for a second, then reaches over to grab one, dipping it in my ketchup too. “Listen, Colt’s a little rough around the edges, and I’ve never known him to have, or want a girlfriend, so I know you’re important to him. Maybe you should cut the guy a break.”

“We’ll see.” I take another bite of my sandwich.

“You’re trouble, Shrimp.”

“Why do you call me Shrimp? I’m not that short. More like average.”

“What are you? Five-two?”

“Five-two-and-a-half.”

He chuckles. “Oh, let’s not forget that half. Being five-two – and a half – makes you a Shrimp. It just does.”

“How tall are you?”

“Six-one,” he answers, straightening his shoulders, a smug smile pulling at his lips.

“Colt’s six-two,” I blurt out for some unknown reason.

“Yeah, but he was only six foot when he was my age.”

I shake my head. It’s funny how competitive guys can be.

My cell phone chimes. “Speaking of…” It’s Colt.

Reis motions for me to go ahead and answer it.

“Hello?”

“Hi baby,” Colt’s low voice washes over me.

I try and quickly fail to figure out the time difference between Connecticut and London. “Hi. I’m out to dinner with Reis right now.”

“Cool. Did he win his game?”

“Yep, they won. He did awesome too, he was by far the best one on the field.” Reis smiles and shoves another of my fries into his mouth.

“Don’t be falling for my brother when I’m gone. I’m going to make up for every dumb ass thing I’ve done when I get back.”

“We’ll see. Just make sure you don’t fall for Bria.” I remember seeing her the morning they left, her sweats riding so low, her thong was visible in the back. I know she did it purposefully for Colt to see.

“You have nothing to worry about there. Trust me. She’s getting on my nerves already. I’m starting to regret that I brought her.”

I know it’s shallow of me, but it’s good to hear. “Kay, well I’ve got to go. I don’t want to be rude to Reis, plus he’s eating all my French fries. But call me later. There’s some things we need to talk about.” We haven’t yet talked about that conversation I overheard of Britt’s, and before I allow jealousy to build, I want to hear the truth from him.

“Okay, I’ll call you later,” he confirms, his voice serious, like he may have something to confess. I do my best to focus on Reis, and his happiness over winning his game and try not to worry.

Chapter 14

Colt

It sounds like Taylor and Reis were getting along nicely, which eases my mind a little. Bria and I on the other hand…not so much. This girl has PMS from hell.

“Colt!” she shrieks from the living room of our two-bedroom suite.

What now? I stuff my phone back in my pocket and head into the living room. Bria is standing in the middle of the room, her shirt lifted to expose her stomach and she’s twisting around trying to look at her back. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh my God. Come here. I think something bit me and I can’t see it.”

I roll my eyes, but head over toward her.

She points to her side. “Over here. On my waist I have bump. It might be a spider bite.”

I lean down and look to where she’s pointing, lifting her shirt out of the way. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Bria and I had a brief fling last year. Brief as in one time, but we never had sex. We just did all the other stuff. She was hesitant to go farther since she knew my reputation.  She thought she’d keep me around longer by not sleeping with me. Which might have been true, except I couldn’t stand her high maintenance attitude. Plus after meeting Taylor she became my new fascination.

Her skin is tan and smooth, and as usual a thong peeks from the back of her jeans. This one’s bright orange. Her underwear come in every color of the rainbow, apparently. I inspect the red bump and chuckle.

“Oh God. What is it?” she asks, in a near panic.

I stand and face her. “I think you’ll live. It’s a pimple.”

Her face contorts in disgust. “A what?!” She twists around again trying to see it, like the thought of a pimple is much worse than a spider bite. She straightens her shoulders, swishing her long dark hair over her shoulder. “I’ll just get some blemish cream, that should take care of it.” She saunters off to her bedroom on a mission.

“Glad to be of assistance,” I call to her retreating back.

This is the most motivated I’ve seen her. We’ve been here a couple of days now, and really need to start working. Bria insisted on playing tourist before we spent the entire trip working the case. We’ve been to see many of the major attractions, West Minster Abbey, the London Tower and went to get fish and chips in a traditional pub. But tomorrow, we need to get down to work. We have our first meeting with Geoffrey.

I settle onto my bed and try Taylor’s cell. She answers on the first ring.

“Hey baby.”

“Hi.” Her voice is guarded.

“What are you doing?”

“Lying on my bed,” she answers.

I picture her in the girl’s dorm. “Are you alone?”

“Yeah,” she breathes.

I imagine her lying on her side, facing me, like we’ve done so many times on my pillow. Her hair falls in soft waves over her shoulder and her blue eyes look up at mine, so trusting and bright. She’s utterly beautiful. But she doesn’t know it.

“So I heard Britt talking to Bria this morning.”

Crap. My stomach clenches at the thought. Those two together are sure to be trouble. And Taylor doesn’t need any more reasons to doubt me. “Might as well get it out. What’s on your mind, baby?”

“Bria told Britt you guys were having a romantic time, visiting the London Tower and everything. I had to hear all about in the café.”

I release a hiss through my teeth. I should have known this would come back to bite me in the ass. “We did go see the London Tower, but I can assure you – it was anything but romantic. Bria bitched about her heels pinching her feet the entire time and it was pouring rain.”

“Oh.” Taylor’s quiet. Too quiet.

“Babe, we’ve gone to see a couple of the tourist things the last few days, but tomorrow we’re getting down to work. We’re coworkers, that’s all, I promise you.”

“I just don’t like the idea of you staying at a hotel, in another country for weeks with a girl you’ve slept with. Call me crazy.”

I hesitate for a second, but know I need to come clean. I drop my voice an octave lower, not wanting Bria to overhear me. “I never slept with Bria.”

Taylor stumbles over her words. “Wh-what? What do you mean?”

“Well, we actually never slept together.” I don’t know how she’s going to take this. But I want to be as honest as I can be with her, after fucking up so bad the last time. “We messed around, but we never had sex,” I admit, quietly.

Taylor doesn’t say anything, but I can hear her breathing. After a moment, she sucks in a deep breath. “That’s almost worse.”

“How so?” I thought she’d be relived.

“Because, Colt. I know how you are, I mean how you were. Once you sleep with them, you move on. But if you haven’t yet done that with Bria, you’re probably still curious what it’d be like.”

I shift on my bed. I hadn’t really thought about it, but I suppose she’s right. But that’s the old me. “Taylor, stop. You are what I want now. Just you. End of story.” I hope I put an end to this conversation, but somehow I doubt that will be the case. Taylor doesn’t let things go easily.

“Did she go down on you?” she asks, her voice serious.

“Taylor. Do you really want to talk about this?”

“I’ll take that as a yes. Did you go down on her?”

Shit. I hate disappointing her. I swallow roughly. Maybe if I keep quiet I won’t incriminate myself further. The truth is, Bria and I did pretty much everything but have sex.

“Colt!” Bria shouts from the other side of the door.

“Just a second, baby.” I shield the phone with my hand. “Now’s not a good time,” I call to the door.

Bria stays quiet. I put the phone back to my ear, almost reluctantly.

“What was that?” Taylor asks.

“Ah, just Bria. I told her I was busy.”

“Are you guys in the same hotel room?”

“We have a two bedroom suite. It’s more cost effective than two single rooms.”

“Oh,” she whispers.

“What’s wrong, babe?”

“I don’t like that, Colt. Not at all.”

“I’m sorry, baby. Please trust me.”

Taylor stays quiet, and we say goodnight a short time later. Thought I hadn’t thought twice about it, I now have an uneasy feeling about sharing this suite with Bria. By the way Taylor took the news, I could tell she thought that us sharing a two-bedroom suite on our assignment was a unique thing. I hate now that it wasn’t. I want her to feel special and important to me, not like a number.

Chapter 15

Taylor

The second my eyes open in the morning, I recall my conversation with Colt before bed. I hate the idea that he’s sharing a hotel room with Bria. I know during the field assignment I had with him, we did too. But I assumed that was because he liked being near me. I realize this means they’re together 24/7, sharing every meal, working together, laughing together. The thought does nothing to calm my nerves.

My stomach rumbles loudly. But I don’t care. I’m way too worked up to eat. I need to go get Reis up and go for a run. Maybe then I can pound out some of this angst I feel.

I dress and head downstairs, knocking loudly on Colt’s door to wake Reis.

He pulls open the door wearing nothing but boxer briefs.

I stumble back, shielding my eyes with my hand. “Oh, hi. Sorry.”

He chuckles. “It’s okay. Come in.”

“Can you um, put something on?” I peek through my fingers as I follow him into the room so I don’t stumble into the door frame.

“No, I’m just going to wear my boxers all day.” I hear the sarcasm in his voice, and a second later, I hear clothes rustling.

“Put on something you can run in.” I open my eyes in time to see him pull a pair of mesh running shorts over his hips.

“Ready.” He holds his arms out to the sides. “Just let me brush my teeth.”

His bare feet pad across the floor to the bathroom and rather than standing here feeling useless, I busy myself by making the bed. The bed Colt and I have spent countless hours cuddling on is now where Reis is sleeping. It’s a little strange, but I push the thought from my mind.

Reis returns and pulls his on running shoes, knotting the key to Colt’s room into his shoelace.

During our run, I complain to Reis about Colt and Bria sharing the same hotel room. He looks bothered, his brow knitting together in thought, but he doesn’t say anything. I find myself more talkative and open than normal. Reis’ quiet, accepting demeanor does that to me. If I had told all this to MJ, she’d be telling me to break things off with Colt for sure.

After our run, we shower then round up MJ and Logan and the four of us head off in Reis’ Jeep to get some breakfast off campus.

Colt steers into the parking lot of a dingy looking little diner. “I know it looks shady, but I’ve been here before with Colt. They have really good pancakes.”

We head inside and when we stop at the hostess station, we’re greeted by the red head we had a run in with at the movies. Amber. My body stiffens.

“What’s wrong?” Reis questions at my sudden visible response to seeing her here.

I shake my head curtly. I won’t draw more attention to myself than I already have. I just want to get on with this and get to our table. Maybe she won’t remember me.

“How many?” Amber looks up at us and her eyes instantly lock on mine. “Oh.” She frowns.

Reis, MJ and Logan all turn and look between her and me, wondering what’s going on.

“Four of us,” Reis says, stepping in to shield me from Amber’s gaze. Amber’s eyes flick to Reis, noticing how much he looks like Colt, I’m sure.

A second later, she grab she menus and spins away across the room. We follow her, with Reis guiding me along by the shoulders, somehow aware that my legs aren’t working so well right now.

We settle into a booth in the corner of the dingy diner and scan the menus. Reis sets his down after merely glancing at it, and leans back, stretching his arm across the back of the booth behind me and leans closer. “I don’t know what that was back there, but are you okay?” he whispers so just I can hear him.

I answer in a tight nod, not wanting to discuss this with MJ and Logan. MJ is barely okay with me dating Colt as it is. I don’t want to give her any more ammunition against him. But I’ll talk to Reis about this later, I’m sure. He was such a good listener on our run this morning. I release a deep sigh and settle into the booth against this arm.

MJ’s mouth twitches, watching us. “So Boyfriend Junior, um, I mean Reis.” She smirks. “What are you doing tonight?”

He chuckles and slides his arm from behind me, moving his hands to his lap. “Whatever Taylor wants. Colt says I’m in charge of watching her.”

“No one’s in charge of me,” I stipulate.

“Wow, you two are unconvincing,” MJ mutters, setting down her menu. “Well Logan and I decided that tonight will be a perfect fall night for a bonfire out by the old barn. You guys in?”

“We’re in,” Reis confirms before I have the chance to answer.

I shoot him a look.

“What? You need to relieve some stress, Shrimp. Trust me, okay?”

I nod my agreement.

Later that night, MJ and I get ready for the party along with most of the other second year girls in the bathrooms. The atmosphere is alive with energy. Colt, the head of the school is away, McAllister’s long gone and so it’s just Vera, and she stays pretty busy getting the first years settled, which means more freedom and less oversight of us.

A pair my low slung jeans with sandals and one of my comfy fitted long sleeve tees, adding just minimal makeup to finish my look, and then wait while MJ applies coat after coat of black mascara.

We gather up Logan and Reis from the common room where they’re playing video games. Reis is dressed in the same dark jeans he had on earlier, but I recognize the sweatshirt he’s wearing as one of Colt’s. It’s heather gray and stretches across his chest, just like it does on Colt. And I know from experience it’s soft and worn.

We follow the low hum of conversation and laughter across the field and when we round the barn, the bonfire comes into view. The second year guys have lit a roaring blaze that reaches up for the cloudless sky.

I waste no time grabbing a drink with MJ, just wanting to numb myself from all the annoyances. Colt hasn’t called today. I know if I complain to MJ she’ll tell me the same thing she did earlier this week. That if I’m worried, I should hack into his emails and see for myself if anything shady is going on. I told her that I’d never do that, but now that I’m a few drinks in, it doesn’t sound like the world’s worst idea. It may even calm my nerves to see with my own eyes what his email exchanges with Bria are like. On my third cup of jungle juice, Reis removes the cup from my hand.

“Come on, I think you’ve had enough to drink. I’m taking you back.”

“No, stay with me!” I grab his sweatshirt, forcing him closer.

He chuckles in response. “Colt’ll have my balls if I let you get too drunk and sick. Come on, Shrimp.”

“You’re no fun, Reis Palmer.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” He steers me by the shoulders toward the open field. “Think you can make it back?”

“Mm hmm,” I hiccup.

He laughs and signals to MJ that we’re leaving. She gives us a strange smile and a wave.

Reis holds my hand all the way back to the school, intertwining our fingers. We fit together perfectly. Just like Colt and me. The thought of Colt sends a shockwave through my system, my stomach quivers in response.

I tug his hand. “I don’t feel so good.”

He faces me, lifting my chin to meet his eyes. I try to watch on his face, but it comes in and out of focus. “Shit,” he swears under his breath. “I shouldn’t have let you drink so much.” His eyes scan mine. “Do you drink like this with him?”

Him. Colt. I shake my head no.

He curses again. “Come on. I can’t have Vera finding you drunk. If you’re going to be sick tonight, you’ll have to stay with me in Colt’s room. I’ll take care of everything.”

He leads me up the stairs to Colt’s room and unlocks the door. When he flips on the lights, I let out a grunt and try to shield my eyes. He chuckles. “Okay, no lights.”

I sit on the bed and the room spins and tilts. I know I’m going to be sick, it’s just a matter of when. “Help me to the bathroom,” I mumble. It comes out sounding like melpmetobrom.

Reis lifts me from the bed and carries me into the bathroom, depositing me on the floor near the toilet. There’s something about sitting on the cool tile of a bathroom floor with the toilet at eye level that humbles you. I feel completely helpless. I close my eyes and breathe through my nose. I sense Reis is still standing next to me.

“Leave.” I wave him away. I don’t want him to see me get sick.

He takes a step back, and closes us both in the bathroom. Before I have time to deal with his presence, my stomach lurches violently and I heave over the toilet. I cough and sputter, and when I’m finally done, I realize that Reis is standing behind me, holding my hair away from my face.

“Are you done?” he whispers.

I lean my forehead against the toilet seat and whimper. My throat is raw, burnt to hell. I am never drinking again.

Reis lifts me up, and after making sure I’ll be steady, he reaches over and flushes the toilet. Ew. I don’t even want to know what it looked like in there. I had tacos for dinner and three big cups of jungle juice. My stomach lurches again, but I keep it under control.

“You got some, ah…” Reis motions to the front of my shirt, which has a wet spot of vomit staining the fabric.

I lift my arms over my head, and without another word, Reis peels the shirt from my body. After helping me brush my teeth, he steers me to Colt’s bed.

He pulls down the covers while I peel off my jeans. I should feel embarrassed standing in front of Reis in just a pair of panties and my bra, but those feelings are strangely absent. He has a calming effect on me. He helps me into one of Colt’s oversized T-shirts and then into bed.

I expect him lay down next to me, but he gathers up an extra pillow and heads to the other side of the room.

“Wait. Reis…” I reach my arm out for him. “Don’t go.”

His eyes devour my bare legs. “What do you want?” His low voice washes over me. It’s so similar to Colt’s it makes my insides clench.

“I want…I want…” I reach for him again. “I don’t want to be alone.”

His eyes rake over me, stopping on my outstretched hand. “So I’m second best when you can’t have the guy you want?” His voice is soft, just a whisper.

I stay quiet. I can’t deny the truth in his words. But somehow I know he won’t leave.

Reis lets out a long sigh. “You don’t have to make up an excuse to ask me to hold you. You’re my brother’s girl. Which practically makes you mine to look after while he’s gone. Come here. Let me hold you.”

He strips off his shirt and jeans, and wearing just his boxer briefs, climbs in beside me.

I smile and snuggle into his chest, breathing in his scent. It’s different than Colt’s, but masculine and comforting just the same.

“Colt?” I yawn.

“It’s Reis, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

I mentally thump myself on the forehead. “Oh yeah, I mean Reis. Thanks for taking care of me.”

“Shh. Just sleep. If this is all I can get from you, I’ll take it. Colt is a damn lucky bastard.”

I know it’s bad to use him this way, but he doesn’t seem to mind either.

I let his calming breaths whisper over the back of my neck. However we rationalize this to ourselves, I know it’s borderline inappropriate. Reis would like there to be something more between us, and I’m simply filling a void in Colt’s absence. But that last thought before I drift to sleep doesn’t stop me from cuddling in closer to Reis’s arms, letting him pull me firmly to his chest.

Chapter 16

Colt

“Come on, we can’t be late.” I pound on Bria’s door once more.

“Keep your pants on, we won’t be late,” she calls from the other side of the door.

The pace the room, checking the time on my phone once again. We can’t screw this up. The door flies open several minutes later and though I expected her to come out wearing a cocktail dress or something equally revealing, she’s in a crisp tailored suit covering pretty much every inch of her. I frown. “You’re wearing that?” I should remind her that Geoffrey is a red-blooded male and her usual attire should be more than fine, but deciding there’s no time for her to change, I keep quiet and guide her out the door.

When we arrive, we’re ushered into Geoffrey’s office where he profusely compliments Bria’s designer suit. I quickly learn two things: One, Geoffrey is definitely gay, and two, she’s wearing some big deal British designer’s vintage collection. Hm. I guess she’s done her research on Geoffrey.

Bria is utterly calm and collected, carefully advancing the discussions in just the direction we want. I look between her and Geoffrey. He appears spell bound by Bria. I’ve seen that look before. We have him. I can practically see us inking the deal. This is why I brought Bria. She’s captivating and hard to say no to. The perfect combination of beauty and intelligence that had men, and women for that matter falling at her feet, vying to please her. And Geoffrey is no exception. Things are falling right into place.

I lean back in my spot and relax a little, letting Bria take over.

After talking over all the basics, Geoffrey introduces us to his nephew, Liam who appears closer to our age. He’ll be giving us the details of the case we’ll work for them for the next few weeks. He’s dressed in a suit, well-mannered and when he speaks , Bria’s mouth quirks up at his polished British accent and I know she’s interested in more than just business dealings with him. And when he suggests we all have dinner tonight, his eyes are on Bria and I know he’s interested too.

Great. I don’t want anything getting in the way of this deal. And I know first-hand just the trouble Bria can bring, and the drama that’s sure to follow.

* * *

I wake up hung over and struggling to remember how I got into my bed last night. I’m lying across it diagonally, still fully clothed. I look down and wiggle my toes that hang off the end of the bed, at least I managed to remove my shoes. I grab the bottle of water on the side table and take a deep swig, then let my head fall back against the pillow.

After working all through the day, Bria and I went to dinner with Liam and Geoffrey. We ended up at a pub later with Liam and his rugby buddies. Bria loved the attention from being one of the sole females in the pub. And we stayed until closing time. I remember walking back arm in arm drunkenly through the streets signing the victory song of the rugby team. I check my phone. It’s already noon. I’ve missed two calls from Taylor. I try to remember the last time I talked to her. Yesterday? Shit.

Her last text says Where are u?

Crap. I might as well call her back before she starts to worry. I wait while it rings. “Hello?’ her voice comes through scratchy.

“Taylor?” It barely sounds like her.

“Yeah,” she growls.

“What happened, baby? Are you alright?”

She lets out a deep breath. “I’m fine now. I had a little bit too much to drink last night. But Reis took care of me.”

“Oh. Good. I mean, I’m glad he was there to take care of you. Did you get sick?”

“Mm hmm. I passed out in your bed after.”

I want to ask her where Reis slept, but I know I can trust them both.

“Colt, you alive in here?” Bria calls, flinging my bedroom door open as she enters.

I muffle the phone with my hand. “You need to knock, Bria. I’m on the phone.”

“Well last night got kind of crazy, so I just wanted to check on you. Did you sleep in that?” she chuckles.

My jaw clenches. She knows she’s getting me in trouble with Taylor, and she doesn’t care. She shrugs and leaves the room, closing the door behind her.

“Sorry about that,” I mumble, pressing the phone to my ear.

“Was that her?” she asks, her voice tight.

“Yeah, she just…came in. Sorry.”

“Colt, if she just comes in your bedroom without knocking, I’d say you created a pretty damn comfortable environment there with her. You could’ve been naked.”

“I’m not.” I try to lighten the mood. “But I could get naked if you want.”

“Not funny. What was she talking about? You guys had a crazy night?”

I sit up in bed, my head spinning until my feet touch the floor. “Taylor. You have to trust me. Bria probably heard me on the phone and just wants to get a rise out of you. She’d love for you to be mad at me, and then for me to come complain to her. Let’s not let that happen. Don’t let her drive anything between us. We worked all day on the case and then our clients took us out to dinner. She’s into this guy Liam, and I talked to some of his friends about rugby. That’s all.”

“Okay,” she says in a soft voice. “I’m sorry, I trust you, it’s just hard to know you’re there with her.”

“I know, love. But I told you, I am yours. Just have fun with Reis while I’m gone and I’ll be home before you know it.”

We say goodbye, and though I’m relieved I calmed her down, I’m furious at Bria. I head out in the living room to talk to her.

As soon as I open door, Bria grins at me, holding up her hands in surrender. “I hope I didn’t get you into trouble.”

“Not at all.” I won’t let her have the satisfaction of knowing she bugs Taylor. “All is fine. Just please knock next time. I could have been changing.”

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” she murmurs under her breath, still treating me to a wicked grin. “Well anyways, I was hoping that you weren’t mad at me, but just in case, I went ahead and ordered room service for us breakfast. I even got coffee for you.”

She knows me well. I haven’t been tolerating the weak English tea we’re usually served. And this morning, with my pounding head, I definitely need the coffee. “Thanks,” I sigh, falling back into the plush armchair.

Chapter 17

Taylor

After sneaking out of Colt’s room while Reis was still asleep, I settle on my bed, and power on my laptop. Last night probably wasn’t the smartest move, sleeping in the bed with Reis like that, insisting that he hold me, allowing him to help me change. And I intended to come clean with Colt this morning, but he usually seemed quite unconcerned at the thought of Reis and I together. And it was completely innocent. I wouldn’t do anything to betray Colt’s trust. And I decide that if he doesn’t seem to mind me spending time with Reis, then I shouldn’t either. It’s not like anything was ever going to happen between Reis and I. Plus when Bria let herself into his bedroom, our conversation was taken in a completely different direction. As hard as it was to accept Colt across the ocean in a hotel room with her, I knew he was right. Driving a wedge between us was exactly what she wanted. I couldn’t feed right into her plan.

I check the unread emails in my personal account and respond to one from my mom, and another from Piper. Then I check for any new assignments in my school email account. There’s one from Colt from yesterday morning. I open it. He wants me to search out some information on an accomplice of their target. A guy named Alton. Should be easy enough. I scroll down the length of the email, seeing that it was originally an email exchange between Colt and Bria that he forwarded to me. I start at the bottom and read my way up.

The first email is completely innocent and professional. But their replies get increasingly flirty, like his emails with me. I hate that they know each other so well. Did he mean to forward this to me?

I reread Bria’s first note back to him, studying each word in disbelief.

TO: Colt Palmer

FROM: Bria Simonson

SUBJECT: Pay up, sugar!

Colt,

We both know you agreed to take me out once I got you this information. So pay up!If not, I know where you sleep.

I swallow down the salvia that’s rapidly accumulating in my mouth and read Colt’s reply.

TO: Bria Simonson

FROM: Colt Palmer

SUBJECT: RE: Pay up, sugar!

Bria,

You knowing where I sleep is concerning. I may have to call security for an extra deadbolt just in case. As for me talking you out….hmm… I don’t recall promising, I just said maybe I’d take you out. But I’ll play nice.

Wear something nice and I’ll meet you in the hotel lobby at 7. Sound good?

Her last note to him is even more suspicious.

TO: Colt Palmer

FROM: Bria Simonson

SUBJECT: Win!

Colt,

I promise we’ll have fun. And everything will stay between us. Trust me, okay?

I close my laptop and pad down the stairs to talk to Reis. I need another opinion on what this means before I scream or hit something or call Colt and do exactly what Bria wants.

“Reis.” I shake his shoulder.

He blinks twice, seeing it’s me and closes his eyes again. “Shh. Sleeping.” He tugs the pillow to his chest, and rolls to his side, facing me.

I sit on the edge of the bed and watch him. His sandy brown hair brushes against his forehead. He wears his hair longer than Colt’s, just as messy though. The look suits him. It’s very California surfer. I have no idea why my fingers itch to brush the hair back from his face. I clasp my hands in my lap instead, stifling the urge I feel.

Reis peeks one eye open at me. Then he suddenly pulls me down next to him, snuggling me in against his side. He releases a comforting sigh in my ear. “That’s better.”

As soon as I settle in against his body I feel something stiff at my back. “Ew! Reis!” I jump up off the bed, the comfort I felt interrupted by his rigid body. Gross!

He chuckles and opens his eyes, shifting on the bed to pull the sheet over his waist. “Calm down. I can’t control it.” He’s not the least bit embarrassed.

I roll my eyes and pick up his jeans off the floor. “Put these on.” I toss them at him.

He shuffles out of bed, stepping into his jeans one foot at a time, while I desperately try not to notice the intrusion in his boxers. Gah!

He chuckles again at seeing my discomfort. “Relax, Taylor.” He slips a T-shirt over his head. “I take it you’re not here for a run this morning, considering the state you were in last night.”

“Yeah, about last night…” I fumble with the hem of my shirt.

“Stop. You don’t need to worry. I enjoyed taking care of you. That’s all. Okay?” He steps closer, closing the distance between us. “You feel better today?” His eyes are gentle and probing.

I can do little more than stand there, numb, and nod.

“Good. You want to go get pancakes? You’re probably starved.”

“No, not at that place again. Please.”

He studies me for a second while slipping on his shoes. “That was one of Colt’s girls, wasn’t it?”

I nod.

He hisses a breath out through his teeth. “Damn him. I knew it.” He shakes his head. “If you were mine, there wouldn’t be any of that shit to worry about.” He takes my hand before I have the chance to respond. “Come on.”

Chapter 18

Colt

Bria bends seductively at the waist, reaching to the ground to remove her shoes. I tear my eyes away and flip through the papers on the desk. She releases a deep moan in the back of her throat and my eyes flip back to her. She slides the sandals from her feet slowly, one at a time, depositing them by the door. My eyes travel up her legs, then linger on her ass. Black thong today. Damn.

She clears her throat, catching me in the act. I quickly turn back to my work.

She laughs. “It’s okay. You can look.” She comes up behind my chair and places her hands on my shoulders. Her fingertips massage into my neck and scalp.

My eyes drift closed against the pressure. I picture Taylor and my eyes snap open. “Bria, stop.” I stand, abruptly.

She pouts, sucking in her bottom lip.

“I love Taylor.” It spews from my mouth without my permission. I hadn’t even said those words to Taylor yet, and here I was admitting it to Bria.

She shrugs. “Your loss. Again.” She stomps away for her bedroom.

I may not know what I’m doing, but there’s one thing I’m sure of. Falling in love is the quickest way to getting your heart crushed.

My Dad was the perfect example of that. He’d never recovered after my mom’s death. Instead of he’d become a workaholic hell-bent on never feeling a true emotion ever again. I guess I should be grateful that at least Reis doesn’t seem to be following in his footsteps. And I won’t either if I can help it.

Chapter 19

Taylor

Reis and Logan sit on the floor of the rec room, battling each other in some zombie video game. MJ and I lounge on the couch alternating between watching the action on their game and having girl talk.  She’d had a case translating sensitive reports from German to Portuguese. When she comments on her absence, I blush realizing I hadn’t even noticed she’d been so wrapped up with the case. I’ve been spending all my free time with Reis.

Despite the hour drive, he’s been here most days after school and stays over on the weekends too. This weekend coming up will be Colt’s third weekend away. His daily phone calls have turned into occasional texts and emails. We’ve only spoke twice in the last week. And even then, I could hear Bria in the background and he cut the conversation short.

Reis drops the controller on the floor. “You killed me.”

Logan smiles proudly.

Reis scoots back against my legs, resting his head on my knees. MJ lifts her eyebrows seductively looking between Reis and I.   I roll my eyes and shake my head. I know MJs thoughts on Reis. She thinks he’s a better choice – less emotionally damaged than Colt, my age, and strikingly normal, without the demands of a fulltime job. That idea is crazy. Even with Colt’s issues, he’s still the one I want.

Reis skims his palm along my calf. His fingertips are feather light and teasing, absently tracing patterns into my skin. It’s innocent, yet sensual at the same time. My heart jumps in my chest. The way his fingers dance over my skin leave a lingering awareness of my ache for Colt, to be touched, held, close to someone. I try to rationalize my reaction, maybe it’s just homesickness disguised as hormones brought on by the too-good-looking-for-his-own-good Reis.

I avoid MJ’s watchful eyes, knowing she’s suspicious of just how close Reis and I are becoming. Over the past few weeks, Reis has become more comfortable around me, his gazes linger longer and penetrate deeper, and his touches and hugs are more frequent. I knew it was all adding up to him having feelings for me, possibly more than a friend, yet I felt powerless to do anything about it. The truth was, I enjoyed his attention. I didn’t want to do anything to stop it.

Instead of looking at MJ and Logan who were now watching me, waiting to see if I’ll stop him, I focus on Reis’ hand slowly massaging my leg.

He gives my leg a playful squeeze, and slaps the top of my foot, breaking me out of the spell. “Let’s go for a run or something.”

“Sure.” My voice sounds thick and unsure.

I follow him out of the room without another glance at MJ. As much as I preached about Colt’s behavior with girls and worrying over him being trustworthy, I knew MJ would call me out for allowing Reis to flirt with me. And I just didn’t want to hear it.

We stop to part at the stairway and Reis waits for me to pass. “Come get me after you change.”

I nod and race up the stairs. I can feel him watching me as I go. Why do I feel like something’s changed between us?

I throw on my shorts, sports bra and tank top and head down to Colt’s room. I push the door open without knocking. Reis stands in the center of the room in his shorts, bare-chested. He’s tan and perfectly toned. Reis smiles at me appreciatively. “Like what you see?”

“Hush.” I brush past him to make his bed while he laces up his running shoes.

I fish the pillows out from under the covers, wondering how someone can get the bed this messy from just sleeping. I straighten the sheet and pull the comforter tight over everything. Satisfied it will do, I stand and turn around to see if he’s ready.

He stands in place, staring at me, his eyes soft and hooded, his mouth slightly open.

“What?” I ask, pulling at the hem of my shorts.

“Sorry,” he chuckles to himself and runs his hand over the back of his neck, “but you have the hottest fucking ass ever.”

His words rock through my body and my knees nearly buckle. Am I so needy for male attention that Reis is affecting me this much? Colt had only been gone two and half weeks. My cheeks flame at his words and the view I must have given him, bent over in these little shorts making the bed.

“Reis.” I can’t help the pleading in my voice. “You can’t say stuff like that to me.” I unconsciously tug the little running shorts lower to be sure they’re covering everything they’re supposed to. My curves are typically a source of frustration, as I’m constantly on the hunt for jeans that make my butt look smaller, but now Reis is telling me it’s the hottest ass ever. I wonder if Colt feels that strongly about it.

He steps in closer. “Sorry, but it’s just a fact, sweetheart.” His fingers graze down the length of my arm.

I swallow roughly. My mind shouts at me to pull away, to walk out of the room, but my body is held captive, enjoying his closeness, the scent coming from his skin, the longing his eyes reveal.

His gaze drops to my mouth and my mind shouts at me to move, but I can’t. Reis wants to kiss me…and all I feel is curiosity.

As if suddenly realizing what he’s doing, he steps back and gives me some space. I pull a breath into my lungs. It succeeds in clearing my head just enough. “What are you doing?” As soon as the words leave my mouth, I’m sure he’ll laugh, blow off my comment and say he was only joking, but his eyes burn with intensity. They have the same flecks of gold and green making them hazel in a certain light, just like Colt’s.

He looks down and wipes his palms on his shorts, buying more time. “If you were with me…” He stops himself and shakes his head.

“What?” I probe. If I walk away now, he won’t tell me what he’s about to say, and maybe we need to have this conversation.

He meets my eyes again. “You deserve more than having to duck around his past.”

We stand in silence, watching each other, neither of us moving, or even blinking. I note the warmth I feel under his admiring gaze, the comfort of being near him. And even though I’ll admit I like him, I don’t feel that electricity, that indescribable pull toward him like I do with Colt. “I’m sorry Reis. I don’t…”

He stops me with a fingertip across my lips. “It’s alright. You just need to know. You have options. Okay?”

I nod softly.

“Let’s go run.” He takes my hand securely in his with no nervousness, no awkward fumbling despite what just occurred between us. Twining his fingers in mine, he pulls me from the room. The fact that he’s still touching me makes wonder if I should have been more firm. If I should have told him this closeness between us isn’t appropriate. But I can’t bring myself to do that. And besides, we haven’t done anything wrong. As we begin our run, the pounding of my feet on the trail pushes it to the back of my mind.

Chapter 20

Colt

Taylor’s grown quieter and more withdrawn each time we’ve talked lately. Which hasn’t been much. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Nothing, just tired.” She stifles a yawn. “I went for a run with Reis earlier, then he left to go back home and I’ve been working on that case you gave me most of the day.”

Her voice sounds different. I know something happened, but I won’t push her. “Go lie down. I’ll talk to you till you fall asleep.”

“Colt, it’s only seven! I can’t go to bed yet. No one will be in there though, so I guess I could go relax.”

The sound of her voice and picturing her alone in bed gives me an idea. “I’ve missed you.”

“Me too.”

“Pull down the covers and get in bed, baby. I’ll help you relax.” She releases a soft sigh.

“Are you in bed?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Are you alone?”

“Yeah,” she breathes.

“Close your eyes,” I whisper.

“Why? What are you going to do to me?” she challenges.

I chuckle at her assumption. “Well I can’t be there to do everything I want to you, so you’re going to have to help me. Your hands are going to have to be my hands. I’ll tell you what I want. Is that…okay?”

She’s quiet.

Shit.

“This is weird.”

She’s thinking too much. As usual. “Let’s just try it, okay? I miss you so damn much my whole body aches.”

“Hm. Where on your body, exactly?”

I like that she’s playing along.

“God, you’re getting me hard already.” It’s a lie, but I see it’s done its job. She whimpers softly into the phone.

“Colt,” she whines.

“What do you want, baby? Tell me.”

“You,” she whispers back. “I want you to kiss me.”

“Imagine I’m kissing your neck and breathing in the smell of your shampoo. I’m kissing your lips, caressing your tongue with mine.

“Mmm,” she moans. “That’s nice.”

“Uh. Those noises are going to be the death of me baby. You’re killing me here.”

“Well you could always…” she stops herself.

I drop my voice an octave lower, barely above a whisper. “Tell me what I should do next.”

“Unbuckle your belt,” she whispers.

The sound of her voice works to rouse me. I undo my belt and the buttons on my jeans, and just for good measure describe what I’m doing. She moans into the phone. Just as I’m thinking up what to tell her to do next, I hear the telltale click of the hotel door being unlocked.

“Shit!” I curse into the phone before standing abruptly to pull my jeans up. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

Bria laughs. “This is the living room…might I ask what you’re doing with your hand in your pants?”

I don’t answer. I reach for my phone, which has now slid under the couch.

“You were on the phone?” Bria laughs. “Phone sex operator? Nice Colt. If you were that hard up, you know you could’ve come to me,” she says, loud enough for Taylor to hear her.

I cringe, and press the phone to my ear. “Taylor?”

The line is dead. Either the call disconnected when my phone hit the floor or Taylor overheard Bria and hung up on me.

“Why do you insist on destroying everything?” I shout at Bria.

“Why do you insist on being someone you’re not for someone who doesn’t understand you?”

I weigh her words for a moment, but I know she’s wrong. I feel more alive, more whole with Taylor than I have in a long time. She makes me better, gives me hope that I deserve more. That I’m deserving of love. What I can offer her on the other hand, is still in question. She’s going to be pissed about Bria’s interruption. Which is exactly what Bria wants. And I still haven’t told her that our case is taking longer than expected and we’re going to be here a couple more weeks.

“Just stay out of it.” I close the door to my room, in need of a cold shower.

Chapter 21

Taylor

I expect my ringing phone to be Colt again, and I consider ignoring it, but it’s not Colt. It’s Reis. “Hello?”

“Hi, Shrimp.”

I roll my eyes at the ridiculous nickname he’s given me, until I remember he can’t see me. “Just left and you’re already missing me?” I tease. It’s Sunday night, which means Reis is making the hour drive back home for school tomorrow. Sometimes I worry that if he spends every weekend here with me, he won’t make friends at his new school. But he doesn’t seem all that concerned with that. And the one time I asked him, he brushed it off, saying he’d only be there one year anyway.

“So I wanted to ask you something. It’s probably stupid, but…” He hesitates.

I sit up in bed, wondering where this is going and if it’s related to our conversation in the bedroom. “What?”

“There’s a homecoming dance at my school this Friday night. And I’ve never actually been to a dance before…so, I was thinking maybe you’d be my date.”

I frown down at my hands. I had no doubts going to the dance with Reis would be fun, but I wondered what Colt would say about it… did I even care? He’d been gone for weeks with Bria, sharing a hotel room and clearly indulging her in flirty behavior. “I’d have to get a dress.”

He chuckles. “Sweet. You’ll go?”

“Yeah. If it’s okay with Colt,” I add.

“It is. I called him before I called you. He wasn’t in the best mood. But he said he didn’t care. So we’re good there.”

The fact that Colt doesn’t care if I go on a date with his brother stings more than it should. But I correct myself, this isn’t a date. We’re going as friends, that’s all.

The next week passes by quickly, but without an explanation or an apology from Colt about Bria interrupting us. He just pretends it didn’t happen, and he’s even more withdrawn. Each day that passes without him opening up, I lose a little more faith in us. And it doesn’t help that each day Reis sends me sweet and funny texts that let me know he’s thinking of me.

Desperate to know what’s going on between me and Colt, I seek out Britt in the cafeteria on Friday afternoon. But looks like I’ll have to wait, she’s on the phone. When she spots me, her eyes widen and she muffles her hand over the phone. I get the sense she’s talking about something she doesn’t want me to hear. My heart clenches. She’s probably on the phone with Bria. Does she know something I don’t? Why is she looking at me with sympathy in her eyes? Oh God, I need to get out of here.

I do the only thing I can do. I log into my computer, punching in the string of commands that will allow me access to Colt’s email account.

I pull a deep breath into my lungs. There aren’t any messages from Bria, just a few work-related things and a status report form Vera of happenings at the school.

I go to the folder for sent items. There’s an email exchange between him and Bria from yesterday.

I read over the note she wrote to him first.

TO: Colt Palmer

FROM: Bria Simonson

SUBJECT: The dynamic duo of London

When are you going to tell her? You’re the world’s suckiest boyfriend. Not that I’m complaining about that.

TO: Bria Simonson

FROM: Colt Palmer

SUBJECT: RE: The dynamic duo of London

I just need a little more time. I know you want this all solved and figured out to so we can move on. Just hang in there with me.

Oh God. Is he going to breakup with me? What other explanation can there be? Her note implies that he’s being a bad boyfriend and has something to tell me, and his note assures her that he’ll solve it soon so they can move on.

Later MJ finds me in bed. “You skipped last period?” she says, shaking my shoulder to wake me.

“I think Colt’s breaking up with me,” I groan and roll over.

She doesn’t speak, but her eyes convey everything. She’s nursed girls back from Colt’s heartbreak before. She warned me about this from the beginning. At least she doesn’t say I told you so. She sits down beside me on the bed.

I open the email and show her.

She reads over it slowly, then lets out a string of curse words in every language she knows, possibly even throwing in a few made up ones. “I’ll admit it doesn’t sound good, but you don’t know what that could be referring to.” she says finally.

“I think it’s pretty damn clear MJ. No matter what might have gone on between him and Bria, I can’t trust him. It’s just a matter of time before he screws up. I can’t go to that dance tonight, MJ. I feel like lying in bed and eating a pint of ice cream.”

She pats my back. “I know. But you can’t stand up Reis. You wouldn’t do that to him.”

I nod. She’s right.

I force myself out of bed and into the shower. The warm water soothes my heartache just a bit, and I go through the motions of getting ready.

Chapter 22

Colt

I sit at the bar nursing my pint. The one good thing about being in London – the drinking age. I need a reprieve. Between dealing with Taylor ignoring me, Bria’s mood swings, and managing Geoffrey’s unyielding demands on this never ending case, things have been intense.

I glance at my phone. Still no word from Taylor despite numerous texts and emails asking her to call me back. We really need to talk, but for some reason, she seems reluctant, and hasn’t been answering her phone.

I realize it’s Homecoming night and dial up Reis instead. “Hey man. You ready for the dance tonight?”

“Yeah. I just got Taylor’s corsage out of the fridge, she’ll be here soon.”

“You didn’t pick her up?”

“I know. I wanted to, trust me. But you know how she is. She insisted that was a stupid idea, and I could do little more than nod my head and obey. She’s staying the night here though, sleeping in your old room.”

“Cool. How’s Mrs. Lee?”

“A nervous wreck, waiting in the foyer with her camera ready and poised on the door. But hey, listen we’re dancing around this and we need to talk about what you’re doing to Taylor.”

Now I’m getting shit from my little brother too? Damn, this is not my day. “Just worry about yourself, Reis.”

“You’re fucking with Taylor’s emotions and we both know it. Come clean with her,” he says.

“You don’t know shit about my relationship with Taylor.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. I’m there when she’s sad because you’ve done something stupid. I’m the one who’s there for her when she’s drunk and sick. And I’m the one she comes to when she wants to laugh. I’ve been the one comforting her when she runs into one of your ex’s.”

Fuck. I hate this. I hate that I’m not there for her. “Don’t get any ideas with me away. She’s not yours.”

“We’ll see. You’re not here for her.”

“I’ll be back eventually, don’t be a dumbass, Reis,” I growl.

He’s quiet for a second. “Why do you have to have this girl? You’ll fuck anything that moves.”

His assessment of me would have been true a few months ago, but Taylor’s changed that. It sucks to know that’s what he still thinks of me though. Some big brother I turned out to be. What if Taylor is better off with him? Someone her own age, who doesn’t have a shaky past, who isn’t running an international corporation, someone who can take her to regular stuff – like high school dances. Reis can give her things I can’t. “If that’s what she decides she wants, I’ll step away, but until then, no fucking way.” I won’t just hand her over to him.

“You can’t have it both ways, Colt You’re not here.”

Maybe it is selfish of me to try and keep her. If she really is interested in Reis, though it will kill me, I’ll walk away. “Treat her right tonight.”

“I always do,” he says, ending the call.

Chapter 23

Taylor

I pull into the circular driveway of Reis and Colt’s massive house and hobble up the brick walkway in my too high heels, tugging at the hem of the tiny silver dress MJ lent me. My curves fill it out in ways MJ said Reis would approve of, but I felt overexposed.

I reach the door and before I can knock, it’s pulled open by a tiny Asian woman smiling at me. “Hello,” I say.

“My dear, come inside, come inside.” She grips my hands and pulls me in. She’s standing there, still holding onto me, grinning from ear to ear while she studies me.

“Mrs. Lee?” I guess.

She nods vigorously.

Reis rounds the corner, chuckling at us. “Mrs. Lee, give her a break.” Once she steps back, his eyes travel from mine down the length of my body, down my legs and stop at my open toed heels. His mouth drops open. “Damn, Shrimp. You look sexy.”

Mrs. Lee nudges him in the side, and he starts chuckling again. He crosses the room, lifting me in a full embrace until my feet leave the floor.

Mrs. Lee poses us together in various positions, clicking away with her camera repeatedly. After we’ve posed for photos in front of the fireplace and in the backyard, Reis slips a beautiful corsage of purple flowers on my wrist and ties it in place with a silver ribbon that matches my dress. Then we’re on our way.

I steal glances at him once we’re inside the Jeep. He looks good in his suit. His shoulders fill out the black suit jacket and crisp white dress shirt. It’s simple and classic. And with his silver tie, we sort of match.

He finds my hand and gives it a squeeze. It’s a short drive to his high school, but once we park, he hesitates, fidgeting with his keys and makes no move to get out. “I have something to tell you before we go in.”

My stomach lurches. He looks so nervous, I’m desperate to know what it is he wants to get off his chest. I pray it doesn’t have anything to do with Colt. I can’t handle hearing from Reis that Colt’s done with me. I won’t make it out of this Jeep if that’s the case.

He swallows. “I sort of told everyone you’re my girlfriend.”

I slug him in the arm, which ends up hurting my hand and has no effect on his arm whatsoever. I frown and rub my knuckles. “Why on earth did you do that?”

“Because. I’m new here, I don’t have many friends. They’ve all gone to school together since forever.” He waves a hand absently toward the school. “And I’m always spending time with you and when someone assumed you were a girlfriend, I just never corrected anyone.”

I stare out the smeared windshield and watch as a group of guys escort a group of girls in dresses of every color. I don’t like that Reis has felt so alone here. I guess for one night, if people think I’m his girlfriend, so what? “Well then you better come around and open my door to help me out, because I have very high expectations of my boyfriend.”

He grins. “You’re the best, Shrimp.” He hops out of the Jeep and jogs around to help me out.

The school is much like my old school, smelling of disinfectant and plastic with chipped tiles and germ-infested drinking fountains. The decorations in the gym are subtle, but the low lighting and disco ball send little sparkles and stars skittering across the shiny wood floor. It’s nice. Sort of comforting, in a regular high school kind of way. I’m glad Reis brought me. Being here with him beats lying on my bed worrying over Colt. And I’ve never seen Reis so excited or proud. He keeps his hand on the small of my back and introduces me as we mingle in the gym. He seems to know everyone. A few of the guys give him fist bumps and nods of approval when they meet me. Apparently, some of them thought I didn’t exist.

His claim that he doesn’t have many friends here is clearly a farce. But then I realize he’s spent every weekend since school started with me. He probably hasn’t developed any true friendships because I’ve monopolized his time. But he seemed to like spending time with me too, so I didn’t dwell on it too much.

Reis leads me to the center of the gym. He pulls me into his chest, nestling my head under his chin. He’s really making the most of this girlfriend experience. But somehow I don’t think it’s for show. His heart thuds against mine as we sway to the music.

We stay in the center of the crowd, moving at our own pace regardless of the song changes. It’s nice having him hold me.  After several songs, he’s ditched his jacket, and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, and I’ve slipped off my shoes, evoking a whole new round of comments on my height as if Reis had forgotten in the last few hours what my true height was.

The song changes, this one is slow and sweet. The lights drop even lower to set the mood. Reis wraps his arms around my waist, pressing me close. His fingertips massage my lower back and he drops his head down to my ear. “How’s that feel?” he whispers.

“I like it,” I say back.

He moves with me, holding me against him. I’m very aware of our nearness. And the fact that I make no move to set any boundaries between us. Just his presence comforts me. Even though it probably shouldn’t.

“I want to kiss you,” he whispers against my temple, giving me time to decide, time to say no, pull away, something. But I freeze in his arms, waiting in anticipation. He lowers his mouth flush with mine and gently presses forward. His lips are soft and slightly damp. A thrill runs through me settling in the base of my spine. His hands press into my lower back, urging me even closer and deepening the kiss. His kisses are different than Colt’s. He’s more eager, less controlled and not as precise as he tries to find the right angle to bring us together. But it’s nice. His tongue sweeps against mine and I turn off my brain, letting myself enjoy his kiss.

After our kiss on the dance floor, I made an excise to use the restroom and spent fifteen minutes locked in a stall nearly hyperventilating. I even considered calling Colt to confess. But Reis finds me and talked me out, saying he’s sorry, he got caught up in the moment of pretending I was his girlfriend and it wouldn’t happen again, unless I wanted it to. I could almost believe that was all it was, until I caught sight of the mirror, and my flushed, swollen lips. I had no right to be breathless and warm from his kiss.

Once we get home, Mrs. Lee is gone. Reis failed to mention I was staying over, saying she’d be pissed. I remove my shoes and he carries my bag upstairs. He drops it in the doorway to Colt’s room and gives me a quick hug goodnight, thanking me again for going with him. I can do little more than nod and murmur my agreement. I’m numb, confused and utterly disgraced that I kissed Reis. Or rather that I allowed Reis to kiss me.

After changing into shorts and a tank top I wash my face, then collapse onto the bed. I pull out my phone. I’ve missed three calls from Colt tonight. He knew it was the night of the dance, so I don’t know why he’d be calling. His name flashes on the screen. He’s calling again.

I answer it before I chicken out. “Hello?” Right away I can tell we have a bad connection. Static crackles in the background.

“Taylor?”

He never calls me by my name, instead choosing baby or another endearment. It sends off warning signals in my brain.

“This trip…something happened…didn’t go as expected…”

“Colt? I can’t hear you, you’re breaking up.”

But he keeps going uninterrupted. “…between me and Bria. I’m sorry.”

“What? What about you and Bria?” I press the phone more tightly to my ear, waiting to hear my worst suspicion confirmed, that he and Bria had hooked up.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you…but her and I…” he says before cutting off again. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

My heart slams against my chest, thudding painfully. After several seconds of silence, he speaks again. “Taylor, say something.”

While I try to figure out what there is to say, mercifully, the phone connection is lost just as the tears begin to flow and tumble down my cheeks.

I curl into a ball and sob into the pillow. The pillow that still smells like Colt, which must be the universe’s idea of a sick joke.

“Shrimp?” Reis peeks inside the cracked door.

When his eyes meet mine, he sees that I’m crying, and comes toward the bed.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have kissed you. I’ll tell Colt, it was my fault. You did nothing wrong.”

Yeah, nothing wrong, other than enjoy it and let it happen. Stupid, Taylor. Stupid. That kiss shouldn’t have happened. I was still with Colt then.

“It’s not that,” I manage between sniffles.

“What’s wrong then, sweetheart?” He gently rubs my back, coaxing the words from me.

“I talked to Colt.”

His hand freezes on my back while he processes my words. Then he begins rubbing again. “Did he tell you?”

I sit up suddenly, tears staining my cheeks. “You knew? About him and Bria?”

He nods. “Yeah. I wanted to say something, but he wanted to be the one to tell you.”

I reach for the pillow and pull it to my chest, burying my face. Reis knew. Britt probably knew. And of course Bria and is probably celebrating behind my back. I let the tears come, not even trying anymore to hold them back.

“Shh, it’s going to be okay.” Reis continues rubbing the length of my back. “Everything will be fine when he gets home, you’ll see. You guys will figure this out.”

I lift my head from the pillow. “No. He’s messed up one too many times.”

I cry until I’m spent, emotionally and physically drained. Reis just sits quietly beside me, rubbing my back and smoothing my hair, and shushing away the harder sobs that rack my chest. Eventually when I quiet into just hiccups, he lies down beside me, cradling my body with his. A few minutes later, Reis gets up from the bed, untangling his limbs from mine.

I whimper from the sudden absence of warmth and reach out for him.

He chuckles. “I’m not going anywhere, Shrimp, just turning off the light.” He flips off the light and comes back to the bed, pulling me tightly to his chest once again. I sigh and relax into him, thankful for his presence and long past feeling guilty about that kiss.

After I’ve quieted my tears and breathing has returned to normal, I roll over, turning toward Reis. He looks down at me and brushes my hair back from my face and smiles.

“How stupid am I?”

“Shh,” Reis whispers, playing with a lock of my hair.

“I gave my heart to someone who can’t be trusted. He hasn’t changed one bit. And to think, I almost slept with him before he left.” I shake my head. And I would have, except it’d been Bria even then coming between us. It’s just like MJ said it would end.

“You mean you never slept with him?”

“That’s what you took away from that?”

He chuckles. “Sorry.”

“One track mind, much?”

“Well it’s Colt, so I figured you had. And even though it would have been weird being with you after that, I was willing to overlook it.”

I sit up in bed. “Reis, I’m not going to be ready to be with anyone for a while. I just need to be by myself.”

He nods. “I’ll wait for you until you’re ready. I’m nothing like him, you know?”

“I know that.”

“So maybe there’s hope for us.”

“I don’t think so.” Reis is a nice guy. Why couldn’t I have fallen for someone like him? But I wasn’t ready to even consider another relationship. I should be banned from interacting with the male species. “I’m not ready for anything, with anyone.”

“Let me worry about that then. You just focus on being happy again. And I’ll be here to cheer you up. How’s that sound?”

“Nice,” I admit.

“Good. Come here.” He holds out his arm and I snuggle in against his side, letting my whole body relax.

Chapter 24

Colt

Taylor was quiet when I told her Bria and I would be in London for another two weeks. I’d apologized profusely, but she hadn’t said much. After we got disconnected, I tried to call her back and instead of answering she’d sent me a text. She was tired of not being able to trust me, she said. It was over. She was officially done with me.

I fall back against the pillow. My sleeping schedule is completely messed up and my head is spinning. It’s been too long since I’ve seen her. Too long since I’ve held her, and she’s forgotten how good we are together. That’s all. I know I can get her back. Two more weeks and I’ll get my chance.

Then I remember that tonight was Reis’ dance. She hadn’t said anything about it, but damn, she hadn’t said much of anything. Did the dance have anything to do with her change of heart? Maybe that’s what she realized she needs. A typical high school experience, a boyfriend who’s actually around, not working in another country for weeks at a time. It’s her senior year. I couldn’t expect her to wait for me, I just figured our relationship was important enough for her to want to. I guess not.

I consider calling her again, we need to talk this out. But it’s late, and she probably needs time to cool off and realize this isn’t what she really wants. I switch off the lamp and punch my pillow into shape. Just as I’m falling asleep, my door squeaks open and I see Bria’s silhouette against the darkness.

“Are you awake?” she whispers.

I swallow down a lump in my throat. What the fuck is she doing in here? “Yeah.”

She tiptoes into the room. “I can’t sleep.” She comes in and shuts the door, shutting out the light that spilled in from the hallway and sits down on the edge of my bed. I push up on my elbows to look at her.

“Did something happen?”

“It’s just Liam. I shouldn’t have slept with him.”

Fuck. I didn’t know she’d actually slept with him. They’ve been out twice. Fear twists in my stomach, worrying what this might mean for the case. “Bria, I told you not to get involved. We need this deal with his uncle.”

“Relax. This has nothing to do with your precious deal. Geoffrey loves us. Liam on the other hand, now that he got what he wanted, is all back to all business.”

I breathe a sigh of relief and fall back against my pillow.

Bria crawls up the bed and leans against the pillows beside me. “Why can’t I find a guy who loves me for me?” Her eyes implore mine. I have no idea how to answer her question. I thought I found love with Taylor, but now I think I’ve already lost it.

“What is it about Taylor? I mean, why her?”

I’d never really thought about it, but I knew the answer without even thinking. She was open and outspoken. She wasn’t overly concerned with her appearance or impressing me like other girls. She made me earn it. Earn her and be worthy of being with her. “She challenged me.”

Bria scoots closer and I let out a frustrated sigh, but I don’t stop her. She’s testing the boundaries, waiting to see what I’ll do, if I’ll push her away. Now that I know how it feels to be rejected, I don’t have it in me right now.

“Can I stay in here?”

Without waiting for my response, she crawls toward me. “Bria…” I don’t want to argue with her right now. But she shouldn’t be in here.

“I’ll stay on my side, just please. Please let me stay.”

“You’ll behave?”

“I promise,” she whispers.

“Fine.”

“Night Colt.”

“Goodnight.” My mind reels. Sleep will be impossible tonight.

Bria rolls over to face me, a smile on her lips. “Despite constantly acting like a jerk, you’re not so bad.”

“Thanks.” Little does she know, Taylor is done with me, thinks I was a terrible boyfriend. I probably am.

She inches even closer until she’s lying against my side. Her bare arm and leg press against mine in her barely there pajamas. I move my arm out of the way and she snuggles in against my chest. Her perfume is a little overwhelming, not like Taylor’s subtle but sweet scent, but her body is soft and curvy where I’m hard. It’s nice. This is who Taylor thinks I am. So why should I fight it?

* * *

Last night shouldn’t have happened. Bria’s gone from my bed when I wake, thank God. I never should’ve let her stay. I should have called Taylor back and made her listen to me. I can already feel a headache forming. I stagger out of bed. First on the agenda is a shower. I soap up then let the rough spray of water beat down on me for several long minutes. I throw on jeans and a T-shirt and head into the living room. Bria’s gone, but she’s ordered coffee that’s been left for me in a warming carafe on the table. I pour myself a cup and sit down in front of my laptop. There’s an email from Geoffrey, one about a new possible case, another from Bria thanking me for last night, and nothing from Taylor.

The hot coffee works to ease some of the tension in my shoulders, enough to ward off the impending headache, but not enough to keep me from thinking about Taylor. She was the one girl I wanted to change for. Wanted to protect, and make happy. And now I’ve fucked things up.

I remember back to last night, and Bria climbing in my bed. Since I’d lost Taylor, part of me wondered if I should distract myself with the release that Bria’s body would bring me. I push the thought away. I pour myself another cup of coffee and settle into work.

Chapter 25

Taylor

I tell myself that I won’t hack into Colt’s emails anymore, that I’m done worrying over him. But that lasted about three hours. By lunch, I’ve hacked into his account and read all his emails. There was only one from Bria, thanking him for last night and accusing him of being a cover hog. My stomach turns and I think I may actually be sick. But deep breathing and squeezing my eyes closed help to keep my lunch where it belongs. After the, I promise myself again that I won’t look at his emails again, unable to stomach what I might find.

The next two weeks pass without a word from Colt. Well, other than one late night text that just said U there? I hadn’t responded. I kept busy with school, my friends and of course Reis.

This morning when I log in, there’s an email from Colt. No subject line. When I open it I’m both relived and disappointed to see it’s a new case for me. His note is professional, all business detailing the case. It seems a woman has an internet stalker who’s sending threatening emails and the police won’t do anything. My job is to find out who’s behind the emails. Seems simple enough. There’s one line at the end that I fixate on, the one personal thing he’s added to the email. He’ll be home tomorrow.

Having him back will be strange. He’s been gone for six weeks, practically a lifetime. We’d only been dating for four months, and he was gone for a month of that time. His persona in this school is larger than life. There will be no avoiding him, no going unnoticed. If I thought dealing with my ex-boyfriend, Wes in a sea of hundreds of students, confronting Colt on a daily basis was sure to be much worse. Not to mention, I’d grown closer to Colt than I ever had to Wes. After learning about his mother’s death and the way it affected him, being part of his Dad’s departure from the company, I felt sort of responsible for Colt’s growth. It would crush me to see him revert back to his old ways with a steady stream of girls to fill his time and take his mind off of his pain. I couldn’t imagine dealing with that.

I set to work on my newest case with the internet stalker and tuned everything else out. It was Friday afternoon, which meant Reis would be here in a little while to stay the weekend. With Colt coming back, I imagine he’ll have to start camping out in a couch in the common room, but it’ll be nice to have him as a sort of buffer from having to deal with Colt. I should feel guilty using Reis as a buffer, but I don’t, we’re like peanut butter and jelly. It’s just a combination that works.

School is starting to feel almost secondary to all the crap I have going on in my personal life. I go through the motions each day, sure I’m not learning, or retaining any of it, feeling more distanced from MJ and Logan each day. I hate that feeling, but I do nothing to try and change it. At our shared lunch table, I listen to the conversation, but rarely contributing. I no longer debate with MJ and Logan over her latest crazy idea.

I head into the bathroom and see MJ getting ready in front of the mirror. She meets my eyes. “Logan and I are meeting up with some guys from St. Johns tonight at Taste. Come with us.”

Taste is a dance club MJ likes, I’ve been there once before, but it’s really not my scene. “Sorry. I’m hanging out with Reis tonight.”

She shakes her head. “Do you have some sort of addiction to those brothers or what?” She holds up a hand, stopping me from saying anything further. “Never mind. Have fun.”

I knew I was letting Reis come before my friendship with MJ, but why couldn’t MJ understand that there was something about his company that I needed that I needed right now.

* * *

Reis and I sit in the common room, a deck of cards spread between us. Hanging out in Colt’s room has a strange forbidden feeling to it, like I don’t belong in here, with Colt’s presence looming in every corner. And with him due tomorrow, it’s time we found a new place to hang out.

“You’re not going to want me around anymore, with the brother you really want coming back tomorrow.”

“Hush. I’m done with all his shit. I’m better off on my own.”

The disbelief rolls off Reis in waves. “Riiight. You’re pissed right now, but I know you’re both still crazy about each other,” he says, glancing up at me to gauge my reaction.

“Have you been talking to him?” I wonder what Colt’s said to make Reis think he’s still crazy about me.

“Of course. You guys still haven’t talked?”

“Not since the night of the dance.”

He shakes his head. “You’re both so damn stubborn.”

I fold my hand of cards on the table. “Sorry I’m longer speaking to the guy who cheated on me.”

He shakes his head, his eyes full of concern. “Wait a second, what exactly did Colt tell you that night?”

I think back to our conversation, his words felt like a confession. “We had a bad connection, but he said something about him and Bria and how sorry he was.”

Reis frowns. “He was trying to tell you about him and Bria having their trip extended another two weeks. He was worried about how you’d react, since you weren’t happy about him being there with her.”

“You mean he and Bria never…”

“He didn’t cheat,” Reis says with certainty.

His words should flood me with relief, but that sensation is strangely lacking. Something nags at me that there’s been several times now where Colt hid the truth from me. “Doesn’t matter. It was only a matter of time.”

“Taylor, it matters. It changes everything.”

I’m not sure if Reis is right. I don’t know if this changes anything. I’m also not sure based on the emails I’ve seen that I even believe they weren’t together in London. I don’t tell Reis about the email where Bria thanked Colt for a good night and accused him of being a cover hog since I don’t want to admit to hacking into his account like a psycho. Right now Reis still thinks the best of me, and I want to keep it that way.

He’s still looking at me, studying my expression, waiting for a reaction. His hair is in need of a trim, but somehow the unkempt look suits him. “Shrimp, are you okay?”

The memory of my kiss with Reis replays in my head. His lips placed over mine, the firm pressure yet tentative movement of his tongue.

As worried as I’d been about Colt being unfaithful, how was it that I was the one who cracked first? Sure Reis might have been tempting, but I trusted myself not to act on it. Colt trusted me too. I was the one who’d blown it. “But what about that kiss?” I know Reis likes me, and I need to stop toying with his emotions. “Nothing like that can happen again,” I add quickly.

“I could explain it to him. He’d forgive you. I’d tell him it was my fault, which it was. Trust me, he’ll be pissed at me, not you.”

Would that even be fair to let Reis take the blame? I might not have initiated it, but I’d been a willing participant in that kiss. “Well considering I’m not speaking to him, I doubt we’ll even talk about it. Unless you were planning to tell him?”

“I’d rather not get my face pounded in.” He smiles and I can’t tell if he’s serious or not.

My phone rings, interrupting the silence of this heavy moment. The caller ID says it’s Logan and when I answer, a blast of music invades my ear drum.

“Logan?”

“Taylor! We’re at the club, and MJs puking in the girl’s bathroom. Can you come get us?”

I roll my eyes. Was this MJ acting out because I haven’t been around? “Yeah and Reis and I will be right there. Go in there and help her.”

“I tried and I got thrown out of there, just hurry, okay?”

I remember back to the time Colt came into that same public restroom to talk me out of the stall where I’d been crying. No one had questioned his presence in there. Colt just gave off that vibe of authority and confidence that meant he usually got his way.

Reis and I shuffle into shoes and head out into the night. I give him directions and a few minutes later, we’re pulling up in front of the club. The guy at the door won’t let us in without paying the cover charge, not believing that we just need to go in quickly to get my friend. When I tell him that Reis will wait outside for me, he agrees, letting me go inside. Reis isn’t happy about the idea, but I promise him I’ll just get MJ and Logan and we’ll be right out. Reis gives a tight nod and I disappear into the club.

Logan is easy to spot, waiting near the front entrance. He helps me to the back restrooms, parting the crowd to guide me through. I find MJ sitting alone against the wall in the corner on the grungy tile floor. She’s barely coherent, her eyes rolling in her head. “MJ!” I shake her awake.

“Taylor?”

“Come on, we’re gonna get you out of here.” I help her stand and support her weight as we head to the door.

I sit in the back of the Jeep with MJ’s head resting in my lap while Logan takes the front seat. It’s a silent drive back, Reis doesn’t even turn on the stereo. I cradle MJ’s head across my knees and rub her hair back from her forehead. I hate that I haven’t been a good friend to her lately, too wrapped up in Reis and Colt and my own shit that I hardly had time for her. I’m glad Logan called me tonight. Maybe by being here for her tonight, I’m making up for the past month in some small way.

When we pull into the school, MJ’s just a bit more coherent. She actually walks up the gravel drive on her own. I figured Reis would have to carry her. When we reach the lobby, she gives Reis and I a hug, thanking us for picking her up. I make Logan promise to give her a big glass of water before she goes to bed, when the lights in the foyer suddenly flip on.

Shit. I know we’re busted. It’s way past curfew. I expect to see Vera looming at the top of the stairs, and that’s why it takes me a minute to realize it’s Colt standing there. He pads softly down the stairs in bare feet, pajama pants and a T-shirt. It’s the first time I’ve seen him since he’s been back and my heart rate spikes. Even in his sleepy state, he’s incredibly gorgeous. It’s hard to look straight at him.

He surveys us, clearly noting MJs wobbling stance. “I’m not even going to ask. Everyone go get in bed.” His voice is quiet, yet domineering. It sends a silent shudder through me.

MJ steps toward him and pats his cheek with her hand. “You’ve been replaced,” she says as she passes.

I duck my head as I pass by Colt, not wanting to meet his eyes, especially with the implication that Reis has replaced him hanging in the air.

Chapter 26

Colt

The text from Reis says to meet him in the rec room. But when I pull the door open, Taylor sits alone on the couch. She looks up, confusion shadowing her face. Crap. This is a set up. Reis told us both to be here so we could work things out. She stands up. I raise my hands. “Don’t leave.”

She sighs, but sits back down.

“Reis did this to get us to talk, didn’t he?”

She nods.

“I didn’t put him up to it, just so you know.”

“I know,” she says.

I sit down on the other end of the sofa. “He’s a good kid.”

“He’s the best,” she says with a touch of defensiveness in her voice. What the fuck does that mean?

“You guys got pretty close, huh?”

“You weren’t here,” she says. Her voice is harsh. An accusation.

“I didn’t want to be away.”

She huffs. “But that didn’t stop you from enjoying yourself with Bria.”

I turn to her suddenly, my expression serious. “Enough with Bria. Nothing happened. I never cheated on you. I told you I’ve changed.”

Her eyes question mine, she bits into her lip, trying to decide if she should believe me.

“I need a girl who trusts me, not someone who’s always suspicious, who’s just waiting for me to fail.”

She hangs her head, looking down at the floor.

I lower my voice, trying to keep under control. Even if she doesn’t trust me, she doesn’t deserve to be yelled at. I take a deep breath, getting myself under control. “I may have kept things from you concerning Bria, and that was stupid – but it was only to protect you.”

Her eyes lift to mine, but they’re still shadow with doubt and suspicion.

“I’ve learned my lesson. One-hundred percent honesty from now on.”

Chapter 27

Taylor

“One hundred percent honesty?” I mutter.

He nods.

“Okay, well how’s this for honesty. I hacked into your emails while you were gone.”

He blinks and looks down at the floor.

But I can’t stop there. “What did it mean when Bria said you were a cover hog?”

He curses under his breath. “That girl is fucking trouble. I swear she just does this shit to bug me. Nothing like what she implied happened. I promise you, Taylor. I never fucking touched her. She came into my room – it was the night we broke up actually. She couldn’t sleep and had been rejected by this guy Liam. She just wanted someone to talk to. She asked if she could sleep in my room and I didn’t turn her away. But that’s all we did – sleep. I was crushed, completely broken over you. I didn’t have it in me to send her away just when she’d been dismissed by that guy too.”

“You’ve kept the truth from me so many times, Colt. I don’t know how can I trust you again. First your Dad, all the girls in your past, Bria, London, everything. It’s too much.”

“I agree. It is too much, and I can’t live in constant fear of screwing up. If you don’t believe in me, this will never work.”

We stand in silence for several minutes, confused emotion radiating between us. I wish there was an easy way to fix this. It scares me that there might truly be no fixing things this time.

“I guess that’s all there is to say then,” he says.

I don’t argue. There’s nothing else I can say. I’m judging him for keeping secrets from me, when the fact that I kissed Reis hangs over my head. And there’s no way I can tell him that.

I watch Colt walk away, my heart contracting painfully with each step that carries him away from me.

I realize for the first time, I’m not worthy of Colt. I head upstairs, intent on hiding in the dorm when I pass Reis coming out of the rec room. His face lights up when he sees me, which makes the ache inside me twist painfully. The guilt clawing at my nerves is more than I can take. I’ll be reminded of that kiss and my lie to Colt each time I see Reis.

“Why do you still look sad? Are you guys back together?”

I shake my head. “It’s not that simple, Reis.”

“Shrimp, come here.” He pulls me inside the rec room. Logan is there, playing video games, but when he sees us, Reis gives him some type of guy-code glare, because he shuts off the game and disappears a few seconds later.

We sit side by side on the couch, alone in the quiet room. “You know how I feel about you. And if you’re not going to get back with him…” He takes my hand, holding it softly in between both of his, stroking his thumb over my wrist.

I swallow and shake my head. “It wouldn’t be fair to you, Reis.” I look down, fumbling with the hem of my shirt. “I’m not over your brother. You deserve to be more than someone’s second choice.”

He releases a deep sigh and nods. “Yeah, alright.”

“Reis. I’m going to tell him.”

“Are you sure you want to do that?”

“I have to.”

Chapter 28

Colt

It’s fight club tonight and though I’m not on the official line up, sometimes I still get talked into competing, so I’m keeping it in the back of my mind and not drinking too much. I nurse a bottle of beer and lean against the far wall, watching everyone come in. I’ve been keeping an eye on the door waiting for a glimpse of Taylor, but she’s not here yet. When MJ and Logan come in my heart constricts, expecting Taylor behind them, but she isn’t. I wonder she’s not coming, or if she’ll be coming with Reis. Bria and Britt talk in the corner, stealing glances my way every few seconds. I know they’re talking about me, but I don’t care. If Bria starts anymore shit with Taylor though, I’ll have to step in.

I hear Reis’ laugh before I see him. That dry chuckle he has whenever Taylor does something cute grates against my nerves. My head swings toward the door and there she is. She’s dressed in a tight pair of jeans that hug her ass, and a little T-shirt that skims all her curves. Damn. She looks good. It was hard enough seeing her last night, when I was hardly awake enough to process everything, but with the dull buzz of the alcohol and the energy of the party tonight, she has all my senses on high alert. I’m completely attuned to her, but she hasn’t noticed me yet. Reis keeps his hand at her waist, guiding her inside. My stomach clenches when I see how damn comfortable he looks touching her.

Taylor’s gaze flicks to mine and she sucks in a breath when she sees me. She momentarily stops walking and then turns and faces Reis, cowering away from me. He looks over at me to see what’s thrown her off course and she wraps his arms around her, pulling her in for a hug. What the fuck? Reis whispers something near her ear, and she nods, pressing her face into his shoulder. He pats her on the back.  Jealousy spikes through me. And feeling jealous of my little brother with my girl is not an emotion I tolerate well. I ball my hands into fists, trying to get myself under control before I go over there and rip her away from him. I don’t like seeing her in someone else’s arms. I now sort of get why she always felt jealous about me with other girls.

A few seconds later, Taylor releases herself from Reis’ hold and without looking in my direction again, goes to sit with MJ. Reis heads over toward me.

“What the fuck was that?”

“This is hard for her, Colt. She didn’t think you’d be here since we heard you’re not fighting.”

As much as I hated seeing her being comforted by someone else, I hate even more that it’s hard for her to see me. She used to run into my arms. Now she can’t even look my direction. It kills me that Reis knows more about her than I do. “Tell me what’s going on with her.”

“You two are both idiots. She’s convinced you cheated on her with Bria. And you’ve let her slip through your fingers. And into mine,” he adds under his breath.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

He looks me straight in the eye, his tone serious. “You weren’t here. I took care of her.”

“I asked you to make sure she was okay, not to fucking put the moves on her!” I take a step closer, blood pumping through my veins. “Did you touch her?”

Reis swallows and looks down.

“Did. You. Touch. Her. Answer the fucking question.”

He swallows, and still looking at the ground, says, “She wanted me to.”

A wave of nausea courses through me. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“We kissed. Once,” Reis says, unable to look me in the eye.

A hot rage rips through my chest. My own brother, who I trusted with Taylor kissed her. That little fucking snake. “When?” I growl.

“At my dance.” All color has drained from his face.

Now her breaking up with me makes more sense. It was the night of the dance. She wanted to be with Reis. And they’ve been hiding it from me.

I don’t even think, I just react, letting my anger erupt. I shove him. Hard. He stumbles back several steps.

I come at him again and take a swing. Reis doesn’t even try to stop me and I connect hard with his jaw.

People gather around us, but I tune everything out but Reis and the betrayal that floods through me. He blocks my next hit, a left hook, but I land a right uppercut and he loses his balance at the unexpected hit. He stays down, and then I’m on top of him, pounding his face over and over until I realize he’s stopped moving and Taylor is screaming for me to stop.

Chapter 29

Taylor

I see something in Colt snap. His control is gone. He takes a swing at Reis, which is so unexpected; he easily connects with his jaw. Reis stumbles back several steps, but once he’s caught his balance, he stands his ground, watching Colt.

My stomach drops to my toes. I grip MJs hand and she squeezes mine back, holding me in place.

Reis grips Colt around the waist trying to drive him toward the ground. Colt won’t go down easily and turns on Reis, pining him underneath him. Once Reis is down, Colt slams several punches straight into Reis’ face.

I watch as Colt slams his fist into Reis’ jaw. The pain shudders through me as though I was the one hit. It slams into me. A primal scream rips through my throat. Tears steam down my face.

I free myself from MJs hold and cut through the crowd, pushing bodies out of my way, heading straight for the center of the ring. All eyes are on me as the noise level in the barn drops to a whisper. Colt stops at the sound of my screaming, his face is a mess of pain, anger, and hurt.

I pull Colt off of Reis, gripping his shoulders and pushing him back. They’ve both stopped struggling and watch me with concern. Reis’ lip is split and bleeding. His eye is swollen and puffy. Colt is out of breath, but doesn’t appear hurt.

I hate myself. I’ve driven them to this moment.  I drop to my knees beside Reis, still crying. Colt gets up and storms away, slamming the door open loudly as he exits the barn.

The party atmosphere dies away and people begin to filter out. I sink to Reis’ side, crying too hard to even talk as I inspect him.

“I’m okay.” He sits up and attempts a smile. “Shh. Don’t cry, Taylor.”

“This is my fault!” I sob into his neck.

He stands and pulls me to my feet. He brings a hand to my face and with just his trembling fingertips, brushes away the tears coating my cheeks. “Go to him.”

He turns to leave without another word, heading out the opposite side of the barn.

I drop my head and let the tears flow. Even though I hate seeing Reis hurt, I realize my pain isn’t entirely for Reis. I feel for Colt too, driven to fight his own brother over my actions. I’d hurt them both. My feelings for Reis in this moment are nothing compared to what I feel for Colt.

A few minutes later, I wipe my face and notice MJ and a few others are still in the barn, but pretty much everyone else is gone. I should feel embarrassed, ashamed, something, but I just feel numb. Alone. Completely alone. I head toward the door, but MJ grabs my hand, preventing me from going out after either Colt or Reis. Her eyes implore mine, filled with worry.

“Don’t Taylor. Don’t you dare go after either one of them. What happened to the strong, independent girl that signed up for college classes and swore off Colt’s bullshit?”

“If you hadn’t noticed – Reis just got his ass kicked because of me. How selfish would that make me to not see if he’s okay?” I shrug out of her grasp, only to stop dead in my tracks. Logan is the darkened corner of the barn, pressed up against a guy I don’t recognize. They’re kissing, quite enthusiastically. Holy crap!

I turn to MJ. “Did you know?” I don’t mean the accusing tone in my voice, it just comes out that way.

“Of course. Anyone with functioning eyeballs could see that he’s been trying to come out. But you’ve been so damned wrapped up with those brother’s, you’ve not noticed anything. Get your head out of your ass, Taylor.” She stomps away, leaving me standing alone in the center of the barn.

I have to check on Reis. He was bloody and battered when the fight ended, but lifted himself up and staggered from the barn. He shouldn’t be alone right now. Besides, I feared Colt’s reaction had something to do with my kiss with Reis.

I find Reis sitting outside up against the side of the barn, his head in his hands. It’s started raining, but he doesn’t seem to notice or care that he’s getting wet.

I kneel beside him and he lifts his head at the intrusion. His features are a mix of pain, worry and regret. I smooth my thumb over the crease in his forehead and he relaxes ever so slightly. His face is a mess. Busted lip, swollen eye, bloody nose, and a big gash in his cheek. “Are you okay?” Damn Colt did a number on him.

“I’ve been better.” He attempts a smile and his busted lip oozes fresh blood.

I swallow down a sob. I can’t help that I’m still crying. Seeing Colt attack Reis like that was intense. And knowing Reis is hurt physically, and Colt is hurt emotionally because of me just sucks.

“Don’t cry, Shrimp.” He catches a tear on my cheek with his thumb. “There’s a reason I didn’t fight back, I probably deserved what happened in there.”

“How can you say that?”

He takes a deep breath. “I told him I kissed you. And he was right to hit me. It’s like guy code,” he explains at my confused expression. “Everything will be fine now, you’ll see.”

“How can you say that? Nothing is fine.” I’ve ruined everything. Between Colt and McAllister, Colt and Reis. “I’m like…toxic.”

“Hush. Colt wants to protect you, from the shitty stuff in life, from me.” He squeezes my hand. “Let him, okay?”

Lightening streaks through the sky, momentarily lighting up the intensity in his eyes. I’m lost in my own thoughts when a loud clap of thunder startles me. Reis chuckles at my response. The flashing of the lightening and the violent crashes of thunder continue for several minutes, but the rain has dwindled to just a mist.

“Now that he knows I kissed you, he won’t want me back.”

“Nah. He just got out all his anger on my face. He’ll forgive you.”

I can’t think about Colt and I right now. That gash on Reis’ cheek still hasn’t stopped bleeding. “Come on, let’s go clean you up.”

He doesn’t argue. He just lets me help him back the school. I lead him to the girl’s dorm and into the bathroom. After cleaning out his cuts and scrapes, the slice on his cheek is deeper than I thought. The skin is completely split open right over his cheek bone. I hate that Colt’s fists have done this to him. His skin is slightly feverish and he leans back, grimacing as I dab the alcohol pads over his skin.

“I think you might need stiches.”

Reis inches closer to the mirror to inspect the damage. “Damn, he really got me.”

I can’t help but smile at him. Even after his fight, he’s calm and easy going. “Come on, cutie. I’m taking you to the emergency room. We can’t have that face of yours scarred.”

He hops down off the bathroom counter and stands in front of me. “Thanks for everything. I’m still glad you were mine for a few weeks.”

I don’t correct him, but I’ve never been his. “Thanks for being there for me while Colt was gone. And I’m sorry how everything turned out. You will make some girl very happy someday.”

He smiles and pulls me in for a hug. “Go to him,” he whispers near my ear.

I shake my head. “No, we’ve got to get you to the hospital.”

“I’ve hogged you enough. It’s time I let you go. I’ll drive myself.” He pulls his keys from his pocket. “I have my Jeep, remember?”

“Reis, you’re hurt. I’m not letting you go alone.”

“Shrimp, you need to go figure out what’s left between you guys. I can tell you miss him. I’ve been a poor excuse for a fill in. And I won’t continue to be your buffer.” He grips my arms and moves me away from him. “Go.” His eyes plead.

I nod. “Okay, I’ll get MJ and Logan to go with you.”

He kisses my forehead. “Thanks, Shrimp.”

I text MJ, telling her Reis needs to go to the ER. Then bandage his cheek, hoping to hold the cut together and stop the bleeding until he can get it stitched up. While we wait for MJ and Logan to walk back from the barn, Reis changes his blood stained T-shirt for a fresh one from his backpack.

I walk him downstairs and make MJ promise to text me and keep me updated.

Reis is right – I need to talk to Colt.

Chapter 30

Colt

After my shower, my head is a bit clearer. I’ve tried to talk myself out of it, but I want to see Taylor. I need to find out what went wrong between us and explain that I never once cheated on her. Is that the only reason she’s with Reis?

I’m still damp from the shower when I throw on a clean T-shirt and pair of jeans. I head out into the hall and as I round the corner, I see Taylor holding onto Reis, leading him into the girls dorm. They’re backs are to me, so they haven’t spotted me. If Taylor’s with him, does that mean she’s made her decision?

They speak in hushed voices and though I can’t make out her words, her concern for him is obvious. I’m desperate to hit something again and would probably punch a hole through the wall if there wasn’t a constant ache reminding me that I’d already fucked up my hand tonight. I head back to my room, knowing that this time, I’ve lost her.

A few more shots of Jack eases the ache in my hand, but does nothing to quench the pain in my chest. I pick up my phone and stare at it for a while. Even though all my old contacts have been erased, there’s still one number I know by heart. Samantha, who’d always been in my phone as Yes. I knew she wouldn’t let me down.

I don’t even bother with the niceties. “It’s Colt….Yeah, I got a new number….Be here in ten minutes….Um, we broke up…See you soon.”

Chapter 31

Taylor

After Reis has gone with MJ and Logan, I take a few minutes to clean myself up. First I wash my face, needing to get rid of the tear streaked make-up and pools of mascara around my eyes. I brush my teeth and hair. Then I change into yoga pants and a sweatshirt. Tonight has fried my nerves and I just need to be comfortable.

I have no idea how this conversation is going to go, but I know I need to apologize to Colt for kissing Reis, and I need to allow him to explain what, if anything, happened with Bria.

I pad down the stairs in bare feet, heading to the second floor to Colt’s room. He’ll either be in here, or maybe his office on the first floor. When I turn the corner I nearly get run down. I take a step back, gripping the banister and mumble an apology. I look up to see Samantha, otherwise known as Yes, Colt’s on again off again friend-with-benefits. Holy shit! What is she doing here?

She grins widely as she recognizes me. “You still have the nerve to be here?” She shakes her head, narrowing her eyes. “You did a number on him.”

My fingers grip into the railing, steadying me. “Are you here to see him?” I choke out.

She pats the top of my head. “He called me, sweetheart. Me. Now run along.”

As disgusted as I was by the physical violence tonight, I feel like I could punch her right now. I force a breath in through my nose. “He called you?”

She nods. “Of course. I knew it wouldn’t last with you. The only one he’ll last with is me. I know how to take care of him.” She saunters away, continuing past me on the stairs, heading to his room.

I am so mad, my entire body is humming with anger. I fly back up the stairs to my room, without even thinking I grab a backpack, stuff my laptop and some clothes inside and storm from the room. I am done with this place. There’s no way I’ll stick around to hear her screaming out Colt’s name again.

I head downstairs to the first floor, intent and stealing the key for the fuck truck. Long past caring if I get caught. Just try and stop me. Who’s going to stop me? Colt? Don’t think so. I’d use every self-defense move he taught me until he was on the ground in a heap.

I fish the spare keys from their hiding spot Colt once showed me in the administration office and head out the back door.

It’s only when I’m thirty minutes down the road and merging onto the highway that I realize this might not have been the best idea. It’s eleven at night and home is an six hour drive. But I don’t care. I can’t spend another night at that school. I pull my phone from my purse and fire up the navigation app on my new phone. I hit the voice command and say my parent’s address. I turn up the radio and promise myself I’ll stop for coffee when I get tired, then I settle in for a long night.

The hum of the highway and blur of passing headlights, coupled with cheesy love songs are the perfect way to spend a miserable evening. I just let the tears come, and alternate crying, signing and chugging coffee.

I pull into the driveway just as my parents are leaving for work. I should have waited until I knew they’d be gone, but I’m so exhausted, all I could think about was my bed. My mom flips out when I walk in, shocked to see me, not to mention I’m sure I look horrid.

“What happened?” She grips my arms, inspecting me. I catch my reflection in the window and see my skin is blotchy from the multiple crying spells and dark shadows are etched under my eyes from lack of sleep.

“It’s a long story, Mom.”

“Come sit down. What are you doing here? Did you drive all night?”

She pulls me over to the table and forces me down into a chair. I should be tired of sitting, but I’m so exhausted it’s actually a relief to be off my feet.

“I couldn’t stay there anymore. I know I should have told you all this before, but I was dating Colt, the head of the school’s son who actually took over daily operations and well…we broke up and I just can’t be there.”

“Alright.” She pats my back. “We’ll talk about this later. Do you want me to stay home with you today?”

“No. Go to work. I just need sleep.”

She nods. “Okay, sweetie.” And presses a kiss to the top of my head. “Do you want breakfast first?”

I shake my head.

“Go get in bed.”

My dad comes down the stairs just then, dressed for work. “What in the –“

“She’s alright. Boy troubles,” my mom supplies.

His eyes get wide. “Oh.”

I’ve always been drama free and relatively sane so I can tell my dad is stunned right now. He glances out the window and sees the truck in our driveway. “Who’s truck is that?”

“I borrowed it from the school,” I say. More like stole it, but they don’t need to know that.

After convincing them I’m fine and they are free to leave, they finally agree. “Okay, get some rest today sweetie, and we’ll talk about this tonight. I’ll bring home chicken parm from Balducci’s.” My mom smiles. It’s my favorite Italian restaurant.

“Kay. Love you guys.” My parents are being cooler about this than I would have guessed.

When they leave, I head upstairs and bury myself under the covers.

Chapter 32

Colt

I’m awoken in the morning to an insistent pounding. At first I think it’s in my head from the multiple shots of Jack I downed until I realize the thumping is coming from my bedroom door.

I pull on a pair of shorts and head to the door. “Yeah?” I croak out, seeing its MJ.

She looks frazzled.

“What happened?” If something’s happened to Taylor, I’ll kill Reis.

“Is Taylor here?” She steps around me, entering the room.

“No.” I rub a hand over my face, trying to wake myself up. It’s too damn early for company. “Wait, what do you mean? She’s not in the dorm?”

“She didn’t sleep there,” MJ confirms taking in the sight of my unmade bed.

“Well she wasn’t here.” Fuck. Did that mean she spent the night with Reis?

MJ answers her cell phone. “Yeah, I checked Colt’s room. She hasn’t been here….Okay.” She clicks off the phone. “Reis is coming down. She’s nowhere.”

A few seconds later, Reis and Logan barge through the still open door. “Her stuff’s gone,” Reis announces.

“What are you talking about?” I look between the three of them. I wince slightly at the sight of Reis. His face is bruised and swollen, and a cut along his cheek has been stitched up. Damn.

Reis steps forward. “When we got back from the hospital last night and she wasn’t around, I figured she was with you. Since that’s why she stayed here rather than coming with us.”

She stayed here for me? I never saw her. Oh fuck. Then I remember I invited Samantha over. What if she somehow found out? Samantha didn’t stay here long. She tried to kiss me and something felt incredibly wrong about it. I missed Taylor. I told Samantha she better go after that.

“And some of her clothes and her laptop are missing,” Logan offers.

“Where would she have gone?” Just then I remember showing her where I kept the spare keys to the truck. “Go see if the truck is gone,” I say to Logan. He takes off down the hall in a sprint.

He comes back a few minutes later, out of breath. “It’s gone.”

Christ. She took off in the middle of the night. Her parents lived six hours from here. If something happened to her because of my stupidity, I’d never forgive myself.

“I’ll try calling her again,” MJ says.

We wait while it rings, but it goes to voicemail after the fourth ring. MJ hangs up. “I’ve already left two messages,” she explains.

“Let me know if you hear from her,” I say. They all nod and then turn to head out. “Wait, Reis. Can I talk to you?”

He stops and turns around slowly to face me. Logan lingers in the doorway until Reis nods for him to go ahead.

“So you went to the hospital?” I mumble, looking at the ground, feeling like a real piece of shit.

“Taylor insisted I go last night after looking at my cuts. I got four stiches.”

The cut is right over his cheekbone, the line of stiches black against his skin. “Sorry man. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“It’s alright. We both know I deserved it. I kissed your girl.” He smiles.

“Okay, well we’re even now.” I playfully jab him in the stomach.

He dodges the hit. “Cool. What ended up happening last night? Taylor was going to come find you after I left.”

I rub my hands over my face. “I think I fucked up again.”

Reis shakes his head. “Good Lord. I can only help you win her back so many times before I just say fuck it and keep her for myself.”

“If I get her back this time, I’m not letting her go.”

“How bad did you fuck up?” he asks, looking bored. He makes no effort to contain that he secretly likes my fuckups. They only increase his odds.

“I was with Samantha last night. Taylor, I don’t know, must have seen her or heard us.”

“Damn it, Colt. Grow up.”

“Nothing happened. She left after a little while. I didn’t touch her, I swear. What am I going to do?”

“Whatever it takes,” Reis mutters.

My cell phone chimes from my nightstand and I lunge for it, hopeful it could be Taylor. But it’s just an email from Geoffrey with a new case they need me to get started on right away.

The job is gathering intel on a few guys they’re tracking who are now in New Jersey. A few days on the road will be a good distraction for me.

Chapter 33

Taylor

After a leisurely shower, I finally face my cell phone. I plug it in and power it on. I have numerous missed calls and texts from Logan, Reis, Colt and MJ. I’m not ready to talk to anyone yet, but I don’t want anyone to worry. I send a text to MJ telling her I’m fine and I’m at home, then I turn the phone off again.

When my parents get home with takeout containers of Italian, I dress in fresh pajamas and make my way downstairs.

I set the table while my mom makes a pitcher of iced tea.

After dishing up a plate with pasta and a golden breaded chicken breast, my mom passes it to me with a wistful look. “We need to talk about this, Taylor. You need to be back in school.”

“I know. I want to transfer back here.”

“You can’t transfer back in the middle of the year,” my dad supplies around a bite of pasta.

“I can’t go back there. Mom…” I plead.

“Taylor, your dad and I talked and we think the right thing to do is to go back to the academy. It’s a good opportunity for you and we don’t want you to throw it away. You’re stronger than that.”

As excited as I was for my favorite meal tonight, I push away the plate, my appetite vanished. How could they do this to me? I cannot go back and face Colt every day. They don’t understand anything.

After that disappointing dinner, I decide to turn my cell phone back on. I can’t avoid my life forever. There’s several more missed calls and a text from Colt that says I’m sorry. Another from MJ says Are u ok? Call me!

* * *

Crap. I hate it when my parents are right. After four days at home, one thing is crystal clear. I don’t belong here anymore.

The moment I called Piper to tell her I was back in town, her endless questions pumped me for information. And her sympathy-laced voice made promises to set me up with useless high school boys I had no interest in whatsoever. My conversations with her, and then with MJ had me wondering if coming here was a mistake after all.

MJ confirms that Colt’s left on another field assignment and urges me to come back. And as busy as Colt is, I doubted I’d see much of him unless I made a deliberate effort, which I obviously wouldn’t be doing.

Even if I have to dodge Colt, I’d rather be back at the academy with friends who know what I’m going through and who won’t rehash every gritty detail, making me relive the pain all over again.

The call from Reis disrupts my reverie. “Hello?”

His breathing is frantic. “Something’s happened to Colt.”

That was all I needed to hear. I immediately pack my bags and jot a note for my parents, letting them know that I’m heading back to the school. It’s not far from the truth. I was going to Connecticut, but I was headed to Reis’ house to figure out what was going on.

Reis and I talk on the phone while I drive. Colt had left to work a case by himself two days ago. He’d insisted that he didn’t need back up, only telling Reis that he’d be in New Jersey overnight. He was due back yesterday, no one has heard from him and his cell phone has been turned off. It’s a nerve racking five hour drive to their house, and all the while I ponder various scenarios – all horrible, all involving Colt. There’s a million ways a field assignment could go wrong, and my mind works through all of them and then some.

When I finally pull into their driveway, I slam the truck into park and jog to the door. It swings open after several minutes of knocking and I expect to see Reis, or maybe Mrs. Lee, so it takes me a second to figure out that it’s McAllister standing in front of me.

“What are you doing here?” I blurt out, stunned.

“I live here,” he says, slowly.

“Oh. Of course, I mean, I thought you were in Brazil.”

“My initial plan was to come home to see Reis’ last soccer game. But when I got here – Reis’ got stitches in his face and Colt’s disappeared.” He rubs the back of his neck, looking wistful. “Seems I shouldn’t have stayed away so long.”

I nod in agreement. His hair is laced with more silver than I remember and his eyes look lined and tired.

“The better question is, what are you doing here?” he asks. His voice is direct, but not unkind, just curious at how I fit into this mess with his sons.

“I’m here to fix things.”

He smiles lightly. “Me too. Come inside.”

I follow him in through the foyer and into the kitchen. Reis is chatting with Mrs. Lee. He springs off the barstool when he sees me and lifts me from the floor in a hug.

McAllister and Mrs. Lee watch us. I can’t help but notice the way she narrows her eyes at me. Reis sets me on my feet a few moments later and pats the top of my head. “Shrimp,” he whispers, adoringly.

Reis stands by my side, keeping his arms around me, like now that I’m back, he’s afraid to let me go. It’s a little unnerving. Mrs. Lee clears her throat. “I bring in the groceries,” she says, leaving the three of us in the kitchen.

“Can you find him?” McAllister asks, his expression somber. Even though he’s a dirt bag, I can tell he loves his son. It softens me toward him the slightest bit.

“I’ll track him down.”

He nods. “Thank you.”

Reis holds my hand, petting his thumb across the back of my hand repeatedly.

McAllister watches us with a curious expression. “Reis, can I talk to you a minute?” he asks.

Reis gives my hand a squeeze and then follows his dad from the room.

I walk to the hutch at the other end of the kitchen and pick up the photo of Colt and Reis. He’s so insanely handsome. Where are you Colt?

I hear rustling behind me and turn to see Mrs. Lee wresting a bag of groceries bigger than her up onto the island. She watches me with a guarded expression.

She gestures to the photo in my hands. “You pick.”

I look down and return the picture to the shelf with trembling hands.

“You no toy with them.” She wags her finger at me.

I nod, stunned at her harshness.

When Reis and McAllister come back into the kitchen, Reis heads to me, but Mrs. Lee incepts him, fussing over his freshly removed stiches, lifting his chin to inspect the line of tender skin. She loudly kisses his cheek and pats his chest, giving me the evil eye as she examines him. Her warmth toward me from the homecoming dance as evaporated.

Reis pulls me upstairs, carrying my laptop in front of him likes it’s a prized possession. I set to work at his computer desk while he paces the room.

“Reis, sit. This isn’t like in the movies. It’s going to take a while.”

He nods and collapses on the bed with a deep sigh.

An hour later, after reading through the case file on Colt’s computer and tracking the emails between him and Geoffrey, I think I’m onto something. We knew that Colt was headed to New Jersey, but now I have an address. His assignment was to gather intelligence on two suspected terrorists, and they’d recently leased on old warehouse, which based on a simple search I discover is vacant and on an isolated country road. Needless to say, it’s very out of the way. Who knows what could be going on there. Certainly nothing good.

McAllister pokes his head inside the doorway. “Find anything?”

“I think I know where he is.”

Reis leaps from the bed and McAllister crosses the room in two strides. They hover over my shoulders, looking at the satellite image of the warehouse.

“I’ll go get him.” McAllister programs the address into his phone.

“No.” I stand. “I need to be the one to get him.”

His face is pure confusion and disbelief. “It’s not safe.”

“I know.” He’s right. It will be dangerous, but something tells me I need to be the one to do this. No matter how much I want to prove to Colt that I’m worth his love, I’m not that dumb. There’s just something nagging inside me that tell me I need to be the one. “I could run into a dead end with this warehouse and I’ll have my laptop. It has to be me. Trust me?”

He nods. “If you’re sure this is what you want, I suppose it’s the least I could do. I know I’ve made plenty of mistakes, but I love my sons – fiercely.” He drapes an arm over Reis’ shoulders.

“I know. I’ll bring him home.”

When McAllister sees I’ve driven the truck here, he insists I take his Jaguar. It’s more reliable than the old truck, and will certainly be faster.

* * *

I pull to a stop outside the warehouse and leave the car running. I’ll knock on the door and if someone’s here, I’ll play stupid and say I’m lost and ask for directions. And if no one answers, I plan to sneak in and search for Colt.

I take a few deep breaths and double check the utility knife McAllister shoved in my purse before I left.

I can do this. I repeat the silent mantra in my head. It’s go time.

The steel door in the front is pad locked with thick chains. Crap. I take a deep breath and knock on the door. My stomach tingles with nerves and my hands are shaking. This feels like a terrible idea. But if someone answers, I remind myself, I’ll fake my best dumb teenage girl who took a wrong turn in Daddy’s car and needs help back to the highway. Of course I’m praying that no one answers and I can get inside and rescue Colt. This will work. It has to.

After knocking for several minutes, no one answers, and I don’t hear any noises from inside. I’m wasting time. If Colt’s not here, I need to move onto plan B. I walk around the side of the building, and drag an upturned crate over to the window, standing on top of it to look inside. The window is too dirty, inside and out to see through. I push against it and miraculously it slides open.

I hoist myself up and through he open window and as I drop to the floor, my only thought before I hit the concrete is, man this is dumb.

I ignore a sharp pain that shoots up my spine and inspect my surroundings. The building is dim and completely silent. The large room I’m in is empty, except for various mechanical equipment scattered haphazardly. I scramble to my feet and shuffle across the room to an open doorway. I hug the wall and peer through. The room is small and damp and in a darkened corner sits a lone folding chair, a guy slumped over and tied to it. Colt! My heart pounds erratically. He’s here. I bite my lip and listen for any sounds of movement. The warehouse is eerily silent.

I race toward him, falling at his knees. “Colt,” my voice is little more than a frantic gasp, but it startles him awake. Thank God. He doesn’t appear hurt. His eyes soften when they find mine.

“Taylor. You have to get out of here,” he rasps.

“I’m not leaving you here. Come on.” I pull the blade from my purse and work at sawing through the ropes holding his hands behind his back.

When the rope springs free, his hands drop to his sides and he groans in relief.

“How are you here?” He looks captivated by me, like I’m a mirage, or an angel.

“I hacked into your email and figured out where you were.”

He rises on stiff legs and leans on me for support. We half limp, half jog for the door. He lifts me to the window and I scramble out, anxious until he hoists himself out and drops to the ground.

We climb inside the car and I throw it in reserve and slam on the gas, pining us both against the seats and kicking up gravel in my wake. I hand my phone to Colt and he calls Reis to tell him we’re safe and on our way.

Neither of us speak until we’re about fifteen minutes down the highway.

“You shouldn’t have come,” he whispers, turning toward me. His words stab at my heart. He doesn’t want me here. But then he brings his hand to my jaw line and brushes my hair back, tucking it behind my ear. “If something would have happened to you…” he doesn’t finish, but the agony in his voice does wonders to mend the ache in my chest.

Tears blur my vision and double my efforts to focus on the highway, while Colt continues to wrap his fingers around the curls of my hair. He scoots closer and wipes at a tear rolling down my cheek. “Pull over,” he whispers.

I jerk the car to the right, pulling off the highway at an exit for a rest stop. As soon as I wrench it into park, I clamor across the seat and I’m on top of him. I straddle his lap and sob into his chest. “Shh. Shh. I’m okay.” He rubs my back in gentle circles.

“I was so scared.”

“I know. But it’s okay now. I’ve got you,” he murmurs, still rubbing my back, sweeping my hair off my neck.

I cry harder, for everything I’ve lost, but mostly because I’ve lost him. The physical ache to be near him has haunted me for weeks, and now that he’s so close I let myself fall apart in his arms.

A few minutes later I pull myself together and slide from his lap. He doesn’t try and get me to stay, he doesn’t hold my hand, he just lets me go. He turns to me and smiles and a small grin. It’s sort of a sad excuse for a smile, but still it’s something and my heart stirs. “Let me drive,” he says.

Oh. Not what I was expecting, but I nod obediently. I’m in no shape to drive right now.

We switch seats and Colt pulls back onto the highway, heading north.

The minutes tick by in silence. We don’t even play the radio. I alternate between watching the passing scenery, and watching Colt drive. He rests one hand on the wheel and the other on the console between us. His wrists are red and bruised from where the rope cut into him. I want to reach over and touch the marks on his skin, but I don’t. There’s some barrier that’s been drawn between us. He comforted me when I lost it, sure, but that doesn’t mean he’s forgiven me for cheating.

A few minutes later the sound of his voice startles me from my private thoughts. “I’m starving. Are you hungry?”

I nod. He pulls off the highway and stops at a drive-thru. He orders our food and we eat in silence in the parking lot. Things haven’t felt this tense between us since when we first met and I couldn’t stand him. Maybe it’s because the roles are reserved, and now he can’t stand to be around me, knowing how I betrayed him with Reis. I eat a few bites, then stuff the food back into the bag.

“Why are you driving my dad’s car?”

“He wanted to come for you himself, but I convinced him to let me instead. He agreed, but told me to drive this since it’s faster.”

He nods, please with my answer.

When Colt’s done eating, he wipes his hands on a napkin and turns to me. “We should probably put a little more distance between us and them, and then stop for the night. I’m beat.”

I do little more than nod, unsure if the mere sound of his voice will set me off crying again.

Once we’re inside the hotel room, Colt sits on the edge of the bed and places his head in his hands. I stand uselessly in the center of the room, unsure what to do. I’ve never seen him so distressed. When I sling my backpack into the chair across the room, he looks up, startled. His posture is stiff, and his eyes dart to mine. An unknown force wills me closer, and before I even realized I’d moved, I’m standing directly in front of him. He place his hands on the backs of my legs, tugging me a little closer. I step in toward him and his hands slid up to grip the backs of my knees, which is good because my legs are feeling shaky all of a sudden.

Standing this close I see the dark rings under his eyes. I press a fingertip to the purplish skin. “You look like shit.”

He raises an eyebrow and smirks.

“Sorry. You scared me half to death.”

“I’m okay now.”

We stand like that for a few seconds and my heartbeat builds. I want him to pull me down to him, to kiss me, to tell me everything’s going to be okay now, but he does none of those things.

“I’m going to take a shower,” he says. He drops his hands from my legs.

I stumble back a step at the absence of his warm hands before righting myself and steeling my nerves. “Do you need anything? I could go to the store.” When we pulled into the hotel there was one of those big box stores right across the street.

He pulls off his T-shirt and brings it to his nose, inhaling it. “Some clean clothes would be great.” He grins.

I smile. “You got it.”

When I come back from the store with three big bags, Colt’s lying on the bed with just a white towel wrapped around his hips. He sits up when I come in.

I dump the bags onto the bed, trying not to look at his bare chest, which still has the power to funny things to my stomach.

He rummages through the items as they land on the bed. A tube of toothpaste and a toothbrush, bottled water, socks, a package of boxer briefs, a couple of T-shirts and a pair of jeans. I had to guess on all the sizes, but I’d liked shopping for him. Like in some small way I was taking care of him, putting this right again.

“The third bag has food so we won’t have to go out again later.”

He nods, and takes the clothes and toothbrush into the bathroom.

A few minutes later he reemerges, dressed in a white T-shirt and jeans. He’s clean, but he still doesn’t look well. His skin is dull and I can still see the shadows beneath his eyes.

Chapter 34

Colt

Taylor stands in the center of the room, like she’s unsure what to do around me. I still can’t believe she came to my rescue today. It seems surreal everything that’s happened in the last forty-eight hours.

It was supposed to be a simple case. Cut and dry. I’d driven to that warehouse to see what they were using the building for. I’d snapped a few photos when before I knew it, I was being pulled from the rental car by my collar at gun point. The next two days were spent strapped to a chair, suffering repeated hits to my face and body as they tried to get me to tell them who I was working for. I never said a word. Thank God Taylor found me when she did. I hate to think what could have happened.

“You should lie down,” she says, fumbling with the comforter, pulling the covers down for me. I climb in bed and am asleep almost instantly.

I wake up several hours later. The flashing of the TV is the only light in the room. I roll over and see the bed next to me is empty. Where’s Taylor? I glance at the clock, it’s just after midnight. I run my hands over my face and sit up. I’ve been sleeping for a few hours, but I don’t feel rested. I hear a muffled cry from the bathroom. I sit up in bed. The bathroom door is closed and light pours from the crack at the bottom.

I get out of bed and walk the few paces to the bathroom. But now that I’m standing here, I don’t know what to do. A soft sob wracks her throat. It tugs at my heart. Why is she crying?

I tap softly at the door.

The sounds of crying instantly stop. She sniffles. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

“It’s okay. Take your time,” I say softly.

“Do you need to use the bathroom?” she whispers back.

“No. I just wanted to check on you.”

“Oh.”

“Are you okay?”

She breathes in a shuddering breath that makes my chest catch. “What do you think?”

I smirk. I always loved her sassiness. Of course she’s not okay, but since I don’t speak girl, I have no idea what’s wrong.  I slide down against the wall and sit on the floor outside the bathroom door.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” I ask.

“Just thinking.”

“About what?”

“You,” she says, barely audible.

My heart rate picks up. “I’m safe. You can sleep now.”

“I know, it’s not that.”

“Can I come in?”

“No.” She blows her nose. “I’ve been crying. I look like crap.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re always beautiful. Please, let me come in.”

She doesn’t say anything else. I stand and turn the knob on the door. It’s unlocked. I push the door open slowly. She’s sitting on the floor against the wall, he knees pulled up to her chest.

I bend down and scoop her into my arms, folding her body against mine. “You’re freezing.” I lift her off the cold tile floor and stand with her in my arms. She looks at me through hazy eyes. Her cheeks are blotchy from tears and her bottom lip is trembling. But she’s still beautiful. I inspect her, feeling oddly territorial, even though I left her in Reis’ care and she’s not mine to inspect anymore. Her gaze back at me is full of sorrow and longing. “Let me put you back in bed.”

I carry her to the bed and lay her down.

“Rest.”  I lean down a press a kiss to her forehead. She murmurs a feminine sound of gratitude. Her little noises always undid me, and now is no exception. My entire body is aware of her. Dressed in soft little cotton shorts and a thin tank top with no bra. She’s damn tempting. I press a kiss to her temple and I hear her breathing quicken.  When I pull back her big blue eyes are locked on mine, full of need.

This time I don’t think, I just lean down and press my lips to hers. Her mouth is full and soft from crying. A little gasp of surprise rumbles through her chest, igniting sparks between us.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” I pull back, just slightly breathing hard against her mouth. It takes every ounce of control I have to make myself stop.

She grips my shoulders, her eyes meeting mine. “Colt…” she pleads. She breathes a little sigh of longing and looks up at me with hope and wonder in her pretty blue eyes.

I brush my fingertips across her cheek. So soft. So beautiful. I don’t know if she’s begging me to stop or to continue. But this isn’t a good idea.

“We shouldn’t,” I say, removing her hands from my shoulders. “There’s too much we haven’t talked about yet, and you’re upset.” Why am I coming up with a list of reasons to stop kissing her? And who am I trying to convince? Her or me?

I lean down to kiss her again, but something tugs in the back of my head. I stop just before our lips touch. “You let him touch you,” I whisper, our breath mingling together. I can’t help the accusatory tone to my voice.

She sucks in a breath and drops her head. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten that close to him. I just missed you so much, and he was always there…”

“Tell me…” I have to know what happened between them.

Chapter 35

Taylor

“I kissed Reis.”

Colt’s mouth hardens into a firm line and his jaw clenches. “Okay.” His voice is controlled and calm.

Crap. I inwardly cringe. This conversation is going to suck more than I thought. He should yell at me, tell me I’m a horrible person, that he never wants to see me again. “That’s it? Okay? Why don’t you yell at me?”

He shrugs, his eyes looking more intense than I’ve seen them before, burning green and gray. “Well trust me, I don’t like that you kissed him,” he admits, looking down. Then he meets my eyes again. “But I’m not going to yell at you. As much as I’ve asked for you to trust me, to believe in me, I need to do the same for you. If you felt you had to go somewhere else to get comfort, then I let you down somewhere along the way. And I’m sorry for that.”

“Colt…” I can’t believe he’s apologizing. I’m the one who should be groveling for his forgiveness.

“Hush. I believe in you.” He leans in toward me, brushing his fingertips along my jaw. I close my eyes, savoring the touch, praying this isn’t goodbye.

I’m hardly aware of moving until he lifts me and places me in his lap. My chest presses against his. Colt cages me in, his arms wrapping around my back. “Tell me to stop. If you don’t want this…want me….”

I shake my head, my body responding before my lips do. “Don’t stop,” I murmur, breathing in the scent of him. Traces of body wash and spicy male musk. My hands roam over his chest, his shoulders, urging him closer. He leans in, bringing his lips flush with mine. His breath comes warm and fast against my mouth. I let out a little groan and Colt responds, crushing his lips to mine. His tongue lazily flicks against my bottom lip and I open for him, drinking him in. God I’ve missed him. I slip my hands under the hem of his T-shirt, feeling the ridges of his rock hard abs.

“Taylor,” he begs. His voice is husky.

I don’t know what he’s asking, but the answer is yes. Yes to being with him. Yes to loving him. Yes to everything. “Kiss me,” I moan, running my hands along his sides.

He groans in response. His lips are still on mine, and we breathe hard together, neither of us moving, neither of us saying anything. There’s so much to say, yet that needs to be said.

Colt trusts me. Even after I betrayed him with his own brother. Even after I accused him of cheating.

His lips pepper mine with kisses. I can feel how much he missed me.

I kiss him right back, sprinkling in an apology. “I’m.” Kiss. “Sorry.” Kiss.

He smiles and presses a kiss to my bare shoulder, pushing down the strap of my tank top. “Me too.”

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers near my ear. “I love you, Taylor.”

I pulls away suddenly and study him. “So you still want to date me? Even after I …. ”

“I want to date the shit out of you. Trust me.”

I giggle. “But what about Reis?”

He lifts an eyebrow, watching me. “You really want to talk about my brother while you’re grinding in my lap?”

I groan and press a kiss my throat, just below his Adam’s apple.

“Good girl.” He kisses me again and again, exploring every part of me in the darkness. “Mine,” I hear him whisper against skin. It makes my heart dance.

Chapter 36

Taylor

Reis and McAllister meet us in the driveway, and they pull Colt from the car, hugging him and loudly thumping his back. McAllister shakes my hand and takes the keys from me, thankful to have both his son and his car home safely, I’m sure.

We head into the living room and Reis stands watching me, Colt is tense beside me with his fingers laced in mine and their dad looks back and forth between his sons and me. Even with all of us filling the room, it feels empty and cold. I hate that they’ve lived like this – for nearly a decade now – without her. Still gripping Colt’s hand, I drag him forward toward Reis. I reach out for Reis’ hand and grip both of their hands.

Despite my earlier progress with Colt, now that we’re in their house, I can feel the tension thick in the air. I can see why Colt hates being here, why Reis moved to California for private school, and even why McAllister stays away on business so much.

There’s a picture of Elaina on the mantel, but no feminine touches, no warmth in the house. It’s clear her absence left a gaping hole that they’d never filled, and hadn’t yet learned how to even patch it together.

“Come on. We need to talk,” I explain, hauling them up the stairs.

McAllister narrows his eyes, wondering what I have in mind that involves both of his sons coming upstairs with me. His scrutiny only propels me forward, and my confidence grows with each step I take. It’s time for an intervention. Sometimes I woman’s touch is needed. And now is one of those times.

I don’t release their hands until we’re standing in Colt’s bedroom. Then I stuff them into the arm chairs and sit on the coffee table in front of them.

“We’re not leaving this room until we fix this,” I look between them.

Colt raises an eyebrow at my commanding tone.

“We’re fine, Taylor. I told you that. I fucked up by kissing you. Colt fixed it by punching my face in.” Reis waves his hands, signaling the air is cleared.

“Okay, that’s fine. But I’m not talking about the three of us. I’m talking about your family. Your dad. This house.”

Colt drops his head and draws a deep breath. I know he doesn’t like where this conversation is headed, but he doesn’t stop me.

They’re both eerily quiet, so I decide to press on. “Your mom would hate this. She loved all three of you, and would want to know that you’re happy and close and doing well.”

Reis looks at me and smiles. My stomach does a funny dip.

Colt’s crinkled brow and hard set mouth tell me he’s frustrated. I’m not going to force his hand at telling his brother about their dad, but I will nudge him in that direction. “Reis and I are cool.” He leans over and claps his brother on the back. “But McAllister has done some things that make it hard to trust him.”

“Call him Dad, you douche bag,” Reis says, rolling his eyes.

I nod. “I know McAll – your dad has done some stuff he shouldn’t have, but maybe if you take a step closer to him, he’ll do the same and you guys could start to rebuild things.”

“What are you guys talking about?” Reis scratches his head. “What happened last year? Why did Dad take off to Brazil for three months?”

Colt released a frustrated sigh. “Dad got Taylor tangled up in a hacking assignment that resulted in a crashed oil tanker and him making millions.”

Reis looks between us, trying to understand. Colt clenches his jaw, a vein throbbing in his neck. I take over the story, explaining in detail to Reis what happened, including how I discovered what happened, and then forced McAllister to donate the millions to clean up efforts and cancer research. When I finish, Reis blinks at me a few times, then launches himself at me and pulls me to him for a hug.

When Reis finally releases me, I can’t tell for certain, but his eyes look the tiniest bit watery. I break the heavy silence by saying admitting that their dad is far from perfect, but reminding them that he’s the only parent they have. If I could help them heal as a family, maybe they could be happy again.

Colt squeezes my knee. And Reis pats the top of my head. “Good talk, Shrimp.”

The atmosphere in the room has shifted slightly. The mood feels lighter, even the room is brighter, with sunlight streaming through the open blinds. It feels like anything could be possible. Colt and I having a chance at a real relationship with trust and honesty. Friendship with Reis, and both of them facing the loss of their mother and dealing with the imperfect, but loving father that they have.

I rise from the coffee table and stretch.

“Let’s go swimming,” Reis says.

Colt looks at me, and I nod.

We change into swimsuits. They happen to have a purple bikini on hand, and I don’t ask why. I just put it on. It’s a little too small, so I pull at the fabric making sure it’s covering all the important parts before stepping out of the bathroom. When Colt emerges from his room and sees me, he frowns.

“What?” I look down, looking myself over. I didn’t think I looked that bad.

“You can’t wear that.”

I nearly laugh. What? “And why not?”

He steps in closer, his eyes roaming my exposed body. “Because.” His voice is low and husky. He traces a fingertip over my collarbone. “This barely covers anything. I don’t want Reis looking at you.”

“Why not?” I challenge. My heart drums against my chest, wanting to hear him tell me he loves me again. He watches me quietly for a few seconds and then leans in and kisses my shoulder.

“Mine,” he says.

I release a deep breath and follow him.

Reis has gathered McAllister and they’re already out on the back patio. Reis is digging through a big tub, flinging out half inflated balls and old crumpled rafts. McAllister is in swim trunks and a T-shirt with bare feet, skimming the top of the pool with a long net. I’ve never seen him look so casual and at peace. I take a towel and spread it in a lounge chair, leaning back and closing my eyes.

Chapter 37

Colt

As soon as Taylor steps through the glass doors leading to the patio, Reis stops what he’s doing and turns to start at her, mouth open. Damn. I knew giving her that bikini was a bad idea. It’d been left here years ago from a pool party I had in tenth grade. Taylor definitely filled it out more than its previous owner. I should have suggested she throw on one of my T-shirts over the top to cover herself up. All those curves are damn distracting.

I clear my throat and Reis blinks, suddenly realizing he’s visually molesting her right in front of me, and dives back into searching for swim toys. I’m not above beating him again if necessary.

It’s only then that I notice Dad has come out and is cleaning out the pool. I can’t remember the last time we were all out here together. It’s been years. Maybe since before Mom died.

“Heads up!” Reis calls, chucking a volleyball at my head. I catch it in my palm and throw it into the water. It bounces and skims across the top, bobbing and floating in the blue water.

“Wanna play?” Reis holds up the adjustable net. I’m relieved to see with his stiches removed, they’ve left just a barely visible line that will fade over time.

“Sure.” I help him station the net across the center of the pool.

“You and Taylor against me and Dad.” Reis grins.

Taylor looks up from her chair at the mention of her name. She and Dad exchange nervous glances. Shit. Maybe this happy family thing was not in the cards for us. The tension between Taylor and my dad will always be there.

“I haven’t been in this pool since you guys were small,” Dad says, rubbing a hand across the back of his neck.

Taylor sits up, and removes her sunglasses. “I suck, but I’ll play.”

“Come on, Dad,” Reis encourages.

He shifts his weight, considering it. Why does this moment feel like it’s so much more than just deciding to swim with us? It feels like whatever he chooses is deciding between building a relationship with us, or disappearing to the background as he’s always done.

He releases a deep sigh. “There’s something I want to say.” We all turn and watch him, he’s clearly not going to comment on the game. Something bigger is on his mind.

“Guys, I need to apologize. I spent too many years chasing after money, and not just stopping to open my damn eyes and realize that I might not have your mother any longer, but I still had you boys.” He clears his throat. “And Taylor, using you the way I did, that was unforgiveable.”

She doesn’t even try to stop him, instead choosing to stay quiet.

“I’m sorry guys. I want to try and fix things.”

Reis walks over and gives him a hug. It pulls at something inside me to see them close like this after so many years. Taylor gets up and comes to my side, hugging an arm around my waist. “Are you behind this little transformation?” I whisper into her hair.

“Nope. That’s all him.”

“Thanks, for everything.” I kiss her temple.

She smiles up at me and those big blue eyes melt my insides. She’s amazing.

A few minutes later, we’re all in the pool, except for Reis, who makes a show by enthusiastically stretching out for the game on the side of the pool.

“You guys are goin down!” He jumps into the water, splashing us.

Taylor giggles. It’s so good to see her like this. She’s spent too much time worrying. And if I can help it, she won’t have to anymore.

Her eyes meet mine across the pool, those deep blue eyes that cut straight through me. Her tan skin glistens against the lapping water. She’s crazy gorgeous, and she’s mine.

“Taylor, come here.” Reis motions her toward him, a mischievous smile on his lips. She steps in his direction, a look of suspicion shadowing her face. “I’ll teach you how to spike the ball.”

I grip her elbow, preventing her from going to him. “Touch her and I’ll break every bone in your hand,” I tell Reis.

Dad laughs.

“You don’t trust me?” Taylor challenges.

I take her face in my hands. “I trust you completely. It’s him I don’t trust.” I lean down low to her ear. “He thinks with his cock.”

She blushes and drops her head, laughing. We both look at Reis. He narrows his eyes, sure I just made a joke about him.

“Well are we going to play, or are we going to cuddle?” Reis calls out, noticing how my hands keep going to Taylor’s skin.

“We’re going to win.” I give Taylor one last kiss and pass her the ball. She straightens her shoulders and prepares to serve it. When she first transferred to Wil-brook, she lacked confidence and had a chain link fence around her heart, due to that dumbass ex of hers. I’d like to teach him a fucking lesson. But now, watching her I can see how much she’s grown. She serves the ball, easily launching it over the net. It gives me a sense of pride knowing maybe I had something to do with her transformation. She had everything to do with mine.

Mine.

I smile at the word, and let an easy relaxation fall across my shoulders.

Life is pretty freaking good.

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The End

Content

Tempted
Eliza Jane

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37