eyes. The way you judge my lifestyle. You tell me to go have fun, but I know you don’t mean it.”
I look down. He’s right.
He lifts my chin, then quickly drops his hand, remembering my no touching rule. “You’re right, okay. I used to have no problem with the way I lived, but now I’m starting to question it. So you should be happy right?”
Maybe I am getting through to him more than I thought. I close my eyes. No. I won’t allow myself to get my hopes up. He will not regain my trust simply be saying he wants to change. I would need to see it with my own eyes. Words are meaningless. Wes had taught me that. Colt would have to prove it.
“So show me,” I whisper, my lips trembling.
Colt tips his head, raising an eyebrow. “Show you what?” He strokes my cheek, coaxing it out of me.
I swallow down my tears. “That you can be trusted. That you’re not the guy you seem.”
He chuckles. “You mean that I’m not a total dirt bag?”
“Exactly.” I smile back, wiping away the dampness still lingering at my eyes.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“I know.” I know he didn’t mean to. This is just who he is, which is why it’s so dangerous for me to like him.
I unfold my legs from underneath me, where they’d fallen asleep and set my feet on the step next to Colt. He lifts my sandaled feet to his lap. “I waited for you. I even picked out an old hacker movie I was betting you’d never seen.”
Is he kidding me? He says this like it should impress me. I’m moments away from slapping him and taking him to get tested for STDs.
“But when you didn’t show…and she called….I…I don’t know, I guess I just got bored.”
I roll my eyes. “Bored?” The word drips with sarcasm.
“I’m sorry, that sounded terrible.”
I press my lips together, nodding. He’d have to do a lot better than this.
His fingers trace a slow pattern in my skin, slipping along my ankle bone, dipping down to the arch of my foot. “Tell me what you want.” His voice is breathless, husky.
I swallow. “I can’t.”
“But I don’t want to see you sad like this again. And if this is about me…I need to know.”
“Colt,” I plead. “I can’t.”
“Fuck,” he growls. “I’m not good at this.”
“At what?”
“Girls,” he says.
“Yeah, right. I strongly doubt that.”
“I mean the real stuff.” He looks at me, his hazel green eyes burning with intensity on mine. “I don’t think I’ve ever been friends with a girl like this.” He smiles, coaxing a grin from me. “Don’t let me mess it up, okay?”
He nods. He rubs his hands along my calves, massaging away the tension and making my stomach dance with hope. But then I remember that his hands were just on her, touching her body God knows where. I pull my feet free from his lap and stand. “Goodnight, Colt.”
He’s quiet and doesn’t move from the step as I walk away.
Chapter 32
In the morning I avoiding the cafeteria and slip out of the building quietly when my parents arrive. I don’t want to see Colt, especially after the way I acted last night. Like a love sick little girl. I’m disgusted with myself. Even though this break is only two weeks, it’s a much needed reprieve from seeing Colt. I needed this break. Another night like last night and I’d end up opening my big mouth and admitting how I feel about him, or worse, go crawling into his bed.
My parents are giddy at the sight of me. We chat nearly the whole drive back to Pennsylvania. I can tell they’ve missed having me around. The house must be pretty quiet with just the two of them.
Piper and I made plans to lie out at the community pool every day of my break. She works as a life guard there, but assures me we can hang out while she works. It would be nice to get some sun and relax, and not worry about bad guys or potentially corrupt hacking assignments.
When we pull into the driveway of our split level house, it’s smaller than I remember. I guess living in a mini-mansion for the past couple months will do that to you. My room is as I left it, except for the thin coating of dust covering everything. Within minutes Piper’s beat up green car pulls into our drive way. She wrestles a bouquet of balloons from the backseat, along with a package of my favorite chocolate cookies and heads up the walkway.
I giggle to myself and jog down the stairs. She screams when she sees me. I can’t help but let out a little yelp too. Her excitement is contagious.
My dad is making my favorite dinner tonight, grilled skewered chicken and pineapple, and Piper is joining us.
The meal is perfect, and after dinner, Piper and I sit on the back deck watching my dad build a bonfire while my mom cleans up the kitchen.
“So give it to me straight. If I’m going to run into Wes, I’d rather have you tell me which girl I’ll see him with.”
Piper shakes her head, looking serious for just a moment. “No one. I heard he wants you back. He’s excited to see you.”
That’s insane. It’s a terrible idea, right? What good could come of that? But part of me is flattered and vindicated knowing that he recognizes what he lost.
“So what you do think?” Piper asks.
“Bad idea. With a capital B.”
She nods, agreeing. “Yeah, if I had to see you like that again, after he…”
“Dumped me, you can say it.”
“After he dumped you, I couldn’t bear it. I’d beat his ass myself.”
“Thanks Piper.” I love how she always has my back. I look out over the backyard, watching my dad squirt lighter fluid into the fire pit. Even I know that’s a bad idea. But his skills are limited to computer programming and cooking. “Besides, I already have boy troubles. I don’t need anymore.”
Piper grins and folds her legs up under her. “Spill.”
I laugh. “His name is Colt.”
“That’s sexy.”
“Yeah, so is he. And the problem is he knows it. He is a bad boy of the highest order.”
“Do you have a picture of him in your phone?”
“No.” I shake my head. That would be a terrible idea. I’d probably stare at it every night before I went to bed. “Wait, there might be one online.” I don’t know why it had never occurred to me to look before. I do a search, and sure enough he has a page on one of the popular social networking sites. It’s pretty barren. But there’s a profile pic. It’s him outside the barn by the looks of it, smirking at the camera. His hair is a wreck as per usual, and his cheeks are scruffy from a few days missed shaving. He looks incredibly sexy. Dangerous. Bad for you. Everything I wanted. I squeeze my eyes shut.
“Lemme see!” Piper wrenches the phone from my hand.
How long had I been lost in my thoughts staring at this photo?
“Oh God! Look at his fine ass. I would soooo hit that…Oh, hi Mr. Beckett.”
“Hit what?” My dad asks, setting down the lighter fluid and matches on the railing of the deck.
“Nothing!” we both squeak at once.
