everyone sucked up to my dad and he charmed them out of cash. “Mom, I can’t go to that. How am I supposed to get back?”
“I’m sure you know someone who can help you out. This is very important, Jessica. We’ve been working toward this for two years. The congregation essentially pays for your education, so the very least you can do is put on a dress and smile for an hour.”
Ah, of course. The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away. My parents were giving me financial support, and they could take it away at any minute, and my mother loved to remind me of that on a regular basis.
“I understand that, but if I’m in West Virginia. I can’t just buzz up to Troy for the night. People are counting on me.” Which was bullshit, and I hated lying, but I hated being manipulated even more.
“Your father will be very disappointed.” There was a sniff of disapproval, then she added, “Well, let me know as soon as you can.”
I kind of already had let her know. But whatever. “Fine. I’ll try to call you next week. By the way, Kylie is bringing my stuff over to the house tomorrow.”
“Fine, fine,” my mother said, clearly done with the conversation now that she had gotten her guilt trip in. “The housekeeper can let her in. Behave yourself, Jessica.”
“I always do.” It just depended on your definition of behave. “Bye, Mom.”
There was no response. My mother was notorious for just ending the call without a good-bye. Usually she handed the phone to her assistant to tuck back inside her Louis Vuitton purse.
I sighed and crammed my phone in the pocket of my shorts. Riley was eyeing me. “Yes?” I asked defensively, even though I knew what he was thinking.
“You’re in West Virginia, huh?” he asked, looking amused. “And what, pray tell, are you doing in West Virginia?”
Biting my nail, I eyed him defiantly, daring him to criticize me. “Building houses for poor people.”
Riley let out a choked laugh, and he thumped his fist on his chest, his eyes watering. “Holy shit, are you kidding me?”
“No. It was the only way I could get out of going home for the summer. I know it’s an awful lie, but it couldn’t be helped.”
“So that’s why you don’t have anywhere to stay.”
“Yes.” I went over to the coffee table and took another bite of pizza and chewed hard, annoyed. “You don’t understand. My parents’ house is like prison.”
“Somehow I highly doubt that. But maybe we could ask Tyler to compare them.”
Shit. I immediately felt bad. “I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sure it was awful for Tyler to be in real prison, and there’s no comparison, I know. But at home, I can’t be me. I have to be what their version of me is.” And I just sounded like a whiny, spoiled princess. “Never mind. It’s stupid.”
But Riley just shook his head. “I’m not judging you, Jess. If you don’t want to go home, you don’t want to go home. And I give you props for picking the one thing nobody can argue with, though why your parents actually believe you’re hanging drywall and grouting tile is beyond me.”
“I could do that stuff. If someone showed me.” I wasn’t completely useless. Just a product of my environment.
He snorted. “I’m sure you could. But forgive me if I don’t hand you a nail gun anytime soon.”
“Is that for painting your nails?” I asked in a fake Valley Girl voice, tilting my head and blinking my eyelashes. “Like, is it chip-free?”
Riley grinned. “What are you studying in college, acting?”
I flopped down on the couch and took another sip of his beer. “No.” Like my parents would pay for that. But I wasn’t about to tell him what I was really majoring in.
“There is more beer in the fridge, you know.”
“Why get my own when I can drink yours?”
“Thus establishing why I am not in a relationship,” he said. “We dudes can’t hold our own against the wily ways of women.”
Wily ways? I couldn’t help it. He did make me laugh. “I feel really sorry for you. Not.” Kicking off my flip- flops, I pulled my feet up onto the couch and leaned against Riley’s arm, wanting a headrest. “Doesn’t it smell better in here already?”
“Christ,” he muttered. “I’m going to play video games. You can either play with me or you can go away. It’s too hot for you to be touching me.”
“You sure know how to flatter a girl.”
“I already called you hot and gorgeous tonight. I’ve met my quota.” He nudged me with his bare shoulder so my head flopped a little.
“Stop it.”
“Get off me.” He nudged me again, lifting his arm to get further momentum.
I caught a whiff of his sweat and deodorant mingling together and I coughed. “You stink.”
“Oh, I stink, do I?” He grabbed me in a headlock, catching me off guard. “I’ll give you stink.”
I squawked and tried to maneuver away, but he had a firm grip on my hair and the back of my neck, and he lifted his arm, burying my face in his hairy and smelly armpit. “Stop, I’m going to pass out!” I said, laughing, trying to scoot backward on the couch.
When he suddenly let me go with a heave I ended up falling on my back, giggling, making a point of coughing and breathing deeply. “You’re gross.”
But then he leaned over me and my amusement completely died out. He was smiling, but there was something else in his expression. His gaze dropped to my lips, his fingers lacing through mine. I was sure he was going to kiss me and I opened my mouth in anticipation reflexively, and because well, for whatever reason I wanted him to kiss me. It didn’t make sense, it wasn’t smart, yet I was arching my back and tilting my head and wetting my lips in anticipation . . .
And instead he made the sound of gathering a hocker in the back of his throat. Oh, hell no.
“Don’t you dare,” I warned him, my finger coming up to point in his face.
He laughed. “This is awesome. I get to fuck with you like the little sister I never had.”
Little sister. He just wanted to mess with me like you would a little sister.
I had been expecting, or maybe more accurately,
I suddenly realized that was why I always hated Riley—without even being conscious of it, I had known that I thought he was hot, while he thought of me as an annoying little sister.
It wasn’t a label I was familiar with.
And I didn’t exactly like it.
“If you spit in my face, I will knee your nuts,” I warned him.
He rubbed my head like I was a dog. “I wasn’t going to spit on you. Chill out, princess.”
It was the last thing I wanted him to do or say. And maybe I was just tired, or maybe I was lonely, but I heard myself saying in a peevish, snotty, bitch-face voice, “I’m going to take a shower.”
“Thanks for the public service announcement,” he said, sitting back up and reaching for the TV remote. “Close your mouth in there or you’ll drown. Your jaw could use the rest, I’m sure.”
For once, I was blank on an appropriately scathing comeback. Was he saying I talked too much or had my jaw open often for a totally different reason?
I decided not to touch it, because truthfully, I didn’t want to hear his opinion. Making sure my phone wasn’t popping out of my pocket, I just walked past him. The air freshener misted over my thigh as I headed to the kitchen for a drink.
Riley laughed.
Chapter Four
I didn’t see Riley for a few days. When I got up the next morning, he was gone, and I left before he came
