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“This can’t happen again,” I said firmly. “Your dad will be here soon to take you to his next duty station. If we keep this up, it will only end in heartbreak for both of us.”
Grace rose from the chair, using her hair to shield her face. “You don’t like me. You only wanted to fuck me, so Rhys didn’t get the chance.”
“That’s not true.” I reached out for her, and she recoiled. “I like you a lot. Maybe more than I should.”
“Then, what’s the problem?” Grace slid her hands onto her hips, her body angled, so I could only see the side of her face. A single tear streaked her left cheek. “My grandfather would never know. I won’t tell him.”
“Please understand that I’m not trying to hurt you.” I stepped toward her. “We can’t always get what we want.”
She sucked back the tears and bolted down the aisle, leaving me no choice but to go after her. After putting myself in danger with The Knights, I wanted to relax and have a quiet night. But there were hardly ever dull moments in my life.
“There you are.” Rhys entered the theater, holding open the door with his hip. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you, princess.”
“Now is not a good time,” I said, trailing after Grace.
Rhys brushed the tears from her cheek and gave me an evil snarl. “What did you do to her, Marshall?”
I waved my hand. “You can go. I’m not done talking to Grace. And this doesn’t concern you.”
“No,” Grace whispered, her back to me. “I have nothing left to say.”
Rhys wrapped his arm around her, smirking at me as they left the theater.
He won.
Once again, I pushed her into the arms of my enemy.
ChapterTwenty-Six
GRACE
The following night, Cole knocked on my door. He stood shirtless in the entryway of my bedroom, with a pair of board shorts hung low on his narrow hips. He had the same ink on his muscled chest that Rhys had on his back. A skull wearing a gladiator’s helmet, swords crossed. All of the members of The Devil’s Knights had the same tattoo.
We hadn’t spoken since I tried to kiss him, and he pushed me away. I couldn’t bear to look at him after he made me feel stupid. At least with Rhys, I knew where I stood. I didn’t have to wonder if he liked me.
“I invited people over.” Cole shoved his fingers through his blond hair, keeping his distance. “I thought you’d want to check this off your list.”
My list.
Because of Cole and Rhys, my bucket list was almost completed.
“We’re partying in the natatorium if you want to hang out.”
The enclosed pool house was on the first floor in the West Wing. Cole’s place was so massive I hadn’t heard any music, not even the doorbell or any indication people were arriving.
After he left, I grabbed the notebook from my nightstand and crossed off another bucket list item.
Attend a party
* * *
Icould sensehimfrom a distance. Cole always watched me, like he thought I would vanish into thin air. He stared at me from across the pool, flanked by two of his friends.
It was dark, the space lit by lanterns to hide the debauchery at the party. Everyone in town wanted an invitation to Fort Marshall. And from the look of it, most of Devil’s Creek was in attendance.
I ordered a drink at the bar and surveyed the room. People were hooking up in the pool. A group of guys took turns passing around a rolled hundred-dollar bill, snorting lines of cocaine on the table. Two girls had their tops off, flashing their boobs to everyone. I felt so out of place among this crowd of lunatics.
But who was I to judge?
