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  “Thank you.” I was preening. I could feel it. I couldn’t help it. I was craving his appreciation. How completely pathetic was that?

  He turned and hit the button on the drill in my direction.

  I shrieked. Which of course made him grin and step even closer to me.

  “Stop it,” I said, unnerved by the sound and that spiraling tip pointing at me. I could lose an eye or something.

  “What?” He shoved it toward my face. “What’s the matter?”

  I darted away, laughing, and tripped over the garbage can. I fell against the wall and the peace sign fell. Riley caught it and hung it back up.

  “Way to go, Jess. You almost killed peace.”

  Before I could retort something nasty, there was a knock on the back door. Riley went and opened it, and I saw Robin was standing there, wearing short shorts and a sparkly blue tank top. I had texted her and she was there to deliver the art piece.

  “Hey,” Riley said, in a voice of surprise and intrigue. “Can I help you?”

  I realized that he had never met Robin. I also realized that Robin was an exotic brunette. Which made me realize that asking her to come over was a very stupid and idiotic idea.

  To her credit she didn’t drool over Riley’s chest the way he was drooling over hers. She just said, “Hi, I’m Robin. Is Jessica here?”

  “It’s for you,” he said over my shoulder. But without moving out of the way, he held out his hand. “I’m Riley. It’s really nice to meet you.”

  Gross. I nudged him out of the way. “Hey, Robin. Come in. Riley, move your ass.”

  Robin skirted him, looking curiously at me, the canvas in her hands. “I can’t stay, but here it is.”

  I took the canvas and turned it around. It said YUM YUM, spelled out in candy wrappers on a gray background. It was perfect.

  “I decided just paint was boring.” She gave a shrug. “It may be too cute for a house of guys, but I couldn’t resist.”

  “It’s awesome,” I told her. “It goes perfectly next to the peace sign because they’re using similar mediums in similar colors. Don’t you think so, Riley?”

  “Sure.” He nodded. “Though I can’t guarantee Jayden won’t pull those wrappers off hoping there is still a speck of chocolate in them.”

  I scoffed. “He wouldn’t do that.”

  “You haven’t seen him around sugar. He inhales it like an anteater.”

  While I played around with placement on the wall, Riley put his old coffee in the microwave and heated it up. “Thanks for making that, Robin,” he said. “That was really nice. And Jess and I are just going to get some lunch.”

  We were?

  “Do you want to come with us?”

  No. Say no, I tried to mentally project to Robin. I probably would have a classic college girl meltdown if the first guy I’d been genuinely attracted to in three years hit on one of my best friends.

  Fortunately, I had told Robin in my beer buzz the night before that I liked Riley. And she knew the girl code. She shook her head. “Oh, no thanks. I have to work today and I have a ton of stuff to do before that.”

  Yay, Robin. I owed her a beer for that. Hell, a case of beer. “Oh, that sucks.” I paused for a beat. “But thanks, you’re awesome. I’ll text you later.” So get the F out.

  She grinned at me. “You’re welcome.” She reached over and gave me a hug, which was weird, because I didn’t do hugs and she knew that. But it was a ploy to whisper in my ear. “Holy hotness. Total vag explosion.”

  “Tell me about it.”

  “Are you two going to make out?” Riley asked, sounding hopeful.

  I looked around for something to throw at him but came up short. The room was too clean to be risking breaking anything, anyway.

  “Let me walk you out,” Riley said to Robin when she moved toward the door. “I don’t want any of the neighbors getting any ideas.”

  Funny how he didn’t seem to have a problem with me coming and going on my own. But there wasn’t anything I could say that wouldn’t sound insane and I couldn’t exactly follow them either. So I just stayed in the kitchen and felt bitchy. The room looked amazing, like a hundred and ten percent improvement with the new cabinet knobs and all the other touches, and yet I was discontent. Maybe my mother was right—I was never grateful.

  He was gone a long time. “Do you really want lunch?” I asked when he finally came back in, smelling like smoke. “Or was that just a way to try and get Robin to hang out longer?”

  “Yes, I want lunch. I’m starving. The whiskey burned a hole in my gut and I need to fill it.” He started down the hallway to his bedroom. “Your friend is cute.”

  “I know,” I yelled bitterly from the doorway of the kitchen. “And she’s single,” I added, just because I was a masochist and I wanted to see his reaction to that information. And maybe because if he was going to hit on her, I just wanted to get it over with.

  “That’s a shame, I guess. Unless she wants to be single, then that’s good.” He reemerged from his room, wearing an AC/DC shirt.

  “I have no idea what she wants,” I said, trying for dignified but sounding more like I had a stick up my ass.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, sounding dubious. “I think you must be hungry, too. You sound like Jayden when he’s forgotten to eat.”

  I couldn’t really argue with that. “I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be fine? And if you want to hook up with Robin, go for it, she has a great body.”

  Now why the hell did I say that last part? It was a rookie mistake I saw girl after girl make, and I had always rolled my eyes at their naiveté. Never let your emotion dictate what comes out of your mouth. It was a lesson straight out of Guy 101. The minute you did that, you handed control over to them.

  Damn it.

  His eyebrows shot up. “You want me to hook up with your friend? That’s very generous of you. I appreciate you looking for a landing spot for my dick.”

  “Don’t be crude,” I chastised.

  “You’re the one who is suggesting I hook up with her five minutes after I met her.”

  “Never mind.” I went to my room to get my purse and threw it over my head so that it dangled on my hip. I was wearing an old shirt with peanut butter and jelly high-fiving each other and basketball shorts I worked out in, but I didn’t give a shit. It wasn’t like putting on cuter clothes was going to change the outcome of this day.

  “Are you jealous of your friend? Because that seems like a bad foundation for a friendship.”

  “Why would I be jealous of her? And what do you know about friendship?” Verbal vomit officially commencing. I grabbed a cookie out of the Mystery Machine and crammed it in my mouth just to shut myself up.

  “Apparently nothing.”

  We went and got sub sandwiches, and Riley ate his footlong and half of my six-inch, along with two bags of chips and a soft drink that was roughly the size of my dorm room wastebasket.

  “Do you have any pictures of your family on your phone?” I asked, an idea for the long hallway to the bedrooms popping into my head.

  “What do you mean?”

  “You know, like snapshots of the boys. Ones where no one is flipping off the camera.”

  He grinned. “That may be a tall order.” But he dutifully pulled out his phone and started scrolling through pictures. “Here’s one of Easton on his birthday. I got him a giant cupcake.” He held it out to me.

  Easton was smiling, his dark eyes shining, as he held his giant cupcake up to his mouth, about to take a bite. “That’s perfect.”

  “Here’s Jayden with Rory.”

  Jayden had his arm slung over Rory’s shoulder, and they both were smiling. Again, I felt a twinge of envy. “That’s cute.”

  Then Riley’s smile fell off his face as he flipped through more pictures.

  “What?” I asked.

  “It’s my mom.” He studied the screen of his phone. “I know it sounds weird, but I do miss her in a way.” He turned the phone to me. “Maybe it’
s because I remember her before the drugs, but she wasn’t a bad person. Not like my dad. He’s just a dick. But my mom was just, well, an addict.”

  I thought of the picture of her in his bedroom at her prom, and I looked at the picture he was showing me. She looked shrunken, fragile, hardly any bigger than Easton, as she pulled him against her in a hug. He was making a funny face, but she was smiling, like she’d been caught in a laugh, her mouth open to show missing bottom teeth, her skin sallow. But there was genuine happiness there in her eyes.

  “I understand,” I told him. “She’s your mom. I’m sure she loved all of you.”

  “She did. She just couldn’t stay away from the smack. And it killed her.” He swiped past the picture. “So why did you ask, anyway?” he said, brisk, shaking more chips onto his sub wrapper.

  “We can print some of those out at Walmart and hang them in the hallway. It will look great, and personal. You know, let the social worker see that you’re a real family.” I had a thought. “Let me take a close-up shot of your tattoo and we can use that one, too. It’s a tattoo that says you love each other.”

  He made a face. “You make it sound so dorky.”

  I laughed. “Sorry. I mean, it’s a very tough symbol indicating that you’ll kick anyone’s ass who messes with your brother. Is that better?”

  “Definitely.”

  By the time we got back to the house with more supplies I was already exhausted. Then we started tearing up the carpet, and I decided that I needed to find a career where I could just look pretty, because this shit was hard work.

  “Oh my God,” I gasped, yanking on the piece Riley had cut that I was supposed to be rolling back. Sweat was dripping down my back, and the work gloves he’d given me kept slipping as I jerked the carpet.

  “This was your idea,” he reminded me, using his boot to hold down one section while he tugged where he’d sliced with the knife.

  “I was a fool.” An exhausted fool. I lay down on the filthy carpet to catch my breath.

  “Man up.”

  “I’m not a man.”

  “I noticed.”

  Well, that was something. I rolled onto my side and wished an ice-cold lemonade would appear in my hand.

  “Men don’t whine as much as you do.”

  Lovely. “You haven’t met my brother,” I told him.

  “By the way, this is a perfect photo op,” Riley said. “You’re supposed to be rehabbing houses, right? Here you go. This way you can prove it. It might not be the exact same situation as what you told your parents, but it’s something.”

  “Good call.” I dug my phone out of my bra. “Take my picture.”

  “You keep your phone in your bra?” He took it from me. “Wow, this is sticky.” He wiped it on his jeans. “You might want to get off the floor if you want to look like you’re working hard.”

  “Slave driver.” I peeled myself off the floor and then went back to rolling old carpet on my knees while Riley took a picture.

  An hour later all the carpet was out on the front lawn for garbage pickup and we were in the midst of a dusty hell. Coughing and waving my hands in front of me, I threw open the windows, risking Riley wrath. I went over the floor with the broom to collect the piles of disintegrating carpet backing that had been left behind while Riley ripped out the boards that lined the edges of the wall, spiky nails sticking out of them. Another hour and we had mopped the floor and put the furniture back and it actually looked pretty damn good. The floor wasn’t perfect. It had grooves and scuffs in it, but it was a huge improvement over the nasty carpet, and it smelled clean and fresh.

  I flopped on the couch. “I have to leave for work in thirty minutes. This is going to be a hellish night.”

  “Sorry, kid.” He did look like he felt bad for me. “I can drive you to work.”

  “Thanks. You’re going to take a nap when you get back, aren’t you?” I asked, feeling very envious.

  “Probably not.” Then he grinned. “Okay, yeah, totally.”

  But not only did he drop me off, he picked me up at eleven, when I was dragging ass. I laid my head on his shoulder and yawned while he drove.

  “Poor princess,” he said, and it actually sounded sincere.

  I fell asleep before we even got back to the house and didn’t wake up until he lifted me into his arms.

  Whoa. For real? That woke me right up. “You don’t have to carry me,” I said. “I’m awake.” But I snuggled in closer to his chest. There might never be another moment like this to feel his body that close to mine.

  “Babe, if someone is offering you a free ride, take it.”

  He had a point.

  “I’m too heavy,” I said, because that’s what we say as girls. We love the thought that a guy can carry us, but then we worry that he’ll start thinking with each step that you were way heavier than he expected and that maybe you should lay off the ice cream. It’s also maybe a slightly passive-aggressive way of seeking the reassurance we need. Toxic, sure, but it slipped out before I could stop myself.

  But Riley didn’t play the game. There was no reassurance. He just said, “Shut up, Jessica.”

  The words were harsh, but his voice wasn’t. If fact, when I looked up at him, I saw something that took my breath away.

  When he set me down on the front step to open the door, I tugged down my shirt, which had ridden up, all sleepiness gone because I knew what he was considering. He wanted to kiss me.

  I knew that look. It was unmistakable.

  And I wanted him to kiss me more than I had any other guy who had given me that look.

  “Don’t be mean,” I murmured.

  He cupped my cheek with his hand and said, “The last thing I feel right now is mean.”

  And despite the warm night air, I shivered in the dark, the feeble porch light glowing over us, bugs knocking into it.

  “Good,” I said, and I smiled up at him.

  Chapter Eight

  For a few seconds, he just studied me, until I started to get nervous. What was he thinking?

  I said, “What are you doing? Are we going in or just going to stand here all night?” If he wasn’t feeling mean what was he feeling? Riley wasn’t as easy to figure out as other guys.

  “I’m wondering if I kiss you if somehow your father will know and smite me. That’s the word, right? Smite? Smited? Smitten?”

  Smitten? No, that had not just come out of his mouth.

  But my body started to tingle in anticipation, relief surging through me. He was asking for encouragement. I could do that, no problem, because I most definitely wanted him to kiss me.

  “Are you going to kiss me?” I asked, completely confident he would now, with a little coaxing. “And no, you won’t be smote. My dad is a preacher, not God.”

  “So what if I am going to kiss you? Are you down with that?”

  “I’m good with it, but I thought you hated me,” I teased him, leaning on the door frame out of his touch, amused that he was asking for permission. It made me feel more confident, less at a disadvantage in that I probably liked him more than he liked me. “You said I’m like a little sister to you.” I wanted him to kiss me, but I also wanted to hear him say out loud that he was attracted to me. Hey, guys aren’t the only ones who need their egos stroked.

  “Hate is such a strong word,” he said, reaching out and fingering the cross I wore around my neck, the one that had been a gift from my father for my sixteenth birthday. Pure gold. “I never said I hated you.”

  Desire started to simmer as he leaned in close to me, as I anticipated the kiss I had somehow known we’d been heading toward all week, or at least hoping for. I opened my mouth and crossed my ankles, the tight ache between my thighs distracting.

  Then he ruined it.

  “I mean, I find you annoying and bratty, but I don’t hate you.”

  Really? I tried to pull away, but he put his hands on the wall on either side of me, trapping my body against the house as he grinned at me.

 
“You’re an ass,” I said.

  “I’m just being honest. Because you are bratty, even you have to admit that, but I also find you intelligent, sexy as hell, and strong. I like that you’ll take the public bus even though you have no clue what you’re doing and you’re scared. I like that you’re staying in this dump when you could probably call up Daddy and get money for a hotel, even if he doesn’t know where you really are.”

  The last bit wasn’t even close to the truth, but I was too busy enjoying his compliments to correct him. Because Riley was right—I was all those things. I could be annoying and bratty, yet I liked to think I was somewhat smart, and I knew I was strong, tenacious. That he saw me for who I was did weird things to my inside that had nothing to do with sex.

  “I admire that you’re willing to pitch in and pull up nasty carpet to help me keep my brother.”

  “It’s no big deal.” But it was a big deal. All of it. All of this.

  His lips barely brushed mine in the most innocent kiss I’d shared since middle school. It made me shiver again.

  “Now you can tell me what you like about me,” he prompted, while I stood there struck silent.

  It was hard to think with his arms engulfing me like they were, his mouth so close to mine. I wanted to run my fingers through the stubble of his beard and bite his bottom lip. But I managed to focus long enough to say, “You are definitely an asshole, but what I like is that you are so responsible, you take care of your brothers, you do what you have to do, and yet you still laugh. You have a sense of humor, and you don’t take yourself too seriously.”

  “I guess we’re pretty fucking awesome, aren’t we?” he asked.

  I nodded.

  Then, without any clear signal from each other, we both went for the kiss, and it was a hot collision of mouth and teeth. It was hot and wet and perfect. Wow. And then wow some more. His stubble was rough on my skin, his hands gripping me tightly, and his mouth fought to dominate mine. It was a sexy, skilled kiss, and I was breathing hard and wanting more when we paused.

  “I’ve been wanting to do this all week,” he muttered.