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He belonged nowhere and everywhere.
Like me.
His stunning pale blue eyes could sear a person to the wall if they ever latched onto them, seeing the deepest, darkest secret anyone kept hidden. Nothing got by him. Not even me.
Unlike the others in the club, he was quiet, barely talked, and was always lurking, hiding in the shadows. Just when I thought I was alone, he would make his presence known, and everything I was thinking about evaporated until it was just him and me.
For the longest time, he never said a word to me, just letting me know he was there. It was a calming feeling, knowing that if I ever needed him, he would be there.
There were days I couldn’t stand the silence, so I read out loud, knowing he was nearby, listening to every word I said.
I guess when I thought about it, no words needed to be said between us. Our silence spoke volumes. In some way, we both just knew, almost as if the last two pieces of the puzzle finally fit together.
It took a while, but after some time, Remi warmed up to him. She was able to even get him to grin a time or two.
I, on the other hand, just knew when he smiled at me for the first time. His entire face changed, came alive, and that was it for me.
That one smile.
“Whatcha smiling about, Sunny? Some boy caught your fancy?” Reaper asked, walking into the kitchen with my nephew Jesse in his arms.
Damn.
I was supposed to be finishing up my trigonometry homework. Not daydreaming about a man I couldn’t have.
Being fully prepared for the upcoming finals was my top priority, as they were only a few days away. Although I had good grades, I didn’t want to take any chances. I needed to pass this final so I could graduate early.
“No,” I said, ignoring my new soon-to-be brother-in-law.
I liked Reaper. He was nice, and he adored my big sister. When our parents died in a house fire when I was fifteen, Reaper was determined to get my brother and me out of the foster care system in San Diego and went to great lengths to make it happen.
I didn’t like thinking about that time.
I hated being separated from Jax. He was only eight and still having a hard time with what happened to our parents. I remember the day a social worker told us we were going to be moved to a foster family in upstate Washington. Neither of us wanted to go, but we didn’t have a choice. Our trip took a disastrous turn when the car we were in got hit and ended up falling into a ravine. I didn’t remember much about the accident, only waking up in the hospital with a broken leg and cracked ribs. However, I wasn’t alone.
That was when I learned Remi was alive.
A club brother, Player, and a nice older woman named Caroline were there in my room when I woke up. They told me my sister wanted me and Jax and that they were going to take us back to California to live with her when I was able.
I’d never been so happy in my life.
I couldn’t wait to meet Remi. I remembered hearing my mom cry when she and my dad would talk about Remi. I never really understood what exactly happened, only that my sister had been missing for a long time. My parents never gave up hope that someday Remi would come home. I guess in some ways, we all did.
Now, I got to see her every day.
I liked to believe that my parents would be happy knowing that we were all together again, that we were happy and moving on with our lives. I still missed my parents. Probably always would, but knowing Remi was around made it easier.
I thought she looked so much like momma but not. I couldn’t explain it. Yes, Remi had the same blonde hair and eyes. She was small like me and momma, but that was the only similarity. It was odd. My whole life Momma told me about my missing sister and when I finally met her, I felt...nothing.
No kindred familiarity, nothing to assuage the confusion when I looked at her. But what did I know? I was just a kid who lost the only parents I would ever have and was now living with my long-lost sister.
“Now that can’t be. You’re a pretty girl. You mean to tell me that none of those boys at your school have asked you out on a date yet? Isn’t prom coming up?”
“Yes, it’s next Friday. I don’t want to go.”
“Why not?”
“Doesn’t matter,” I said, closing my math book, and quickly gathering my belongings. I knew better than to study in the kitchen. Too many people coming in and out. Getting to my feet, I stepped away from the table when I dropped one of my books. Before I could lean down to pick it up, he was there, holding it out for me.
