Текст книги "Such a Rush"

Автор книги: Jennifer Echols

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I looked over my shoulder at him and had absolutely nothing to say to that.

Molly peeked at me from behind Alec’s seat. “God, Grayson, what’s that supposed to mean? She hasn’t looked at me that way since she and I first met two years ago. And when we first met it was not good.”

I almost laughed, but I couldn’t. Grayson’s words weighed my face down, my whole brain.

Finally he said, “While we’re waiting, I guess I might as well go ahead and change too. I’m just across the street.” He opened his door.

“What do you mean, you’re across the street?” Molly asked. “There’s nothing over there but beach and shacks.”

He grinned at her. “I’m in a shack.”

“You are?” Molly yelled. “I want to see!”

“Okay, come on.”

He and Molly both got out of the car. I wasn’t sure whether I was supposed to go with them or wait for Alec. Grayson might get mad at me if I didn’t wait. He might lob another insult at me. But I wanted to go. It seemed a little too easy right at that moment for Grayson and Molly to pair off and have private time at his shack of some kind. The thought of this made my stomach hurt worse than the thought of kissing Alec.

Molly peered through the windshield at me and motioned with her head for me to follow her.

At the same time, Grayson startled me by opening my door. “Come on, Leah. Alec will know where we are. Get the key.”

Carefully I turned off the ignition—I figured this worked the same in a car as in a plane—and slid out after them.

We started across the street, but Molly stopped dead on the center stripe and gaped up at the sky. “Wow, look at that sunset!”

It wasn’t a pretty sunset. The colors were as expected: violet clouds, bright orange and pink underneath, against the pale blue sky. But the clouds were high cirrus, wispy, and crossed with the contrails of F-16s, a colorful glowing mess. I said, “It looks like God barfed a rainbow.”

“So sentimental,” Grayson said under his breath.

Molly shrieked laughter. “Charming.” She swung her glam purse on its long strap and whacked me in the ass. “So, Grayson, why do you have a condo and a shack?”

“This property has been in my family a long time,” he said. “The highway follows the original Native American trail.” He pointed north, where the road disappeared under wide-branching water oaks. “Right here it runs so close to the ocean that you’re not allowed to build a house on the beach side, but you can build a shack. My grandparents moved here from Pennsylvania when beachfront property was a lot cheaper. They owned a shack plus a house. Later they sold the house, which was demolished to build condos. They kept one condo unit, and they kept the shack.”

“Sweet!” Molly said. “You must be loaded.”

I couldn’t believe the comments Molly got away with sometimes. Maybe it was her matter-of-fact delivery. Or maybe, in this case, Grayson liked her.

Whatever the reason, he just smiled at her, almost shyly in the streetlights. “Not anymore. My dad sank most of that money into the business. Banner towing doesn’t pay all that great.”

“If your family is from here,” Molly said, “did you live here before your parents got divorced?”

I cringed. I guessed, sometime in the two years Molly and I had been friends and I’d crushed on the boys, that I’d told her about their family situation. I didn’t want Grayson to know this.

He didn’t seem to notice, though. Again, Molly got away with that nosey question. “Yes,” he said, “we lived here.”

“You must know a lot of people at our high school,” Molly said. “We’ll probably run into them when we’re out partying this week. It will be so weird, like a class reunion!”

I was still puzzling through the idea that all of us were going to be partying together all week—or maybe Molly just meant herself and Grayson—when he laughed. “I didn’t know you until today.”

“I just moved here two years ago,” Molly said. “My purpose in life is to keep mean girls away from Leah.”

“Mean girls don’t like Leah?” Grayson asked, looking around at me.

“I think it’s the hair,” I said.

“You always think it’s the hair,” Molly said.

“It’s all I’ve got.”

Grayson looked at me again. This time his gaze traveled from my hair down, and he let me see that he was looking. What he meant by this was that he thought I was beautiful, it was not just my miraculous hair, and we shouldn’t get distracted from our true love by the pesky detail that he was blackmailing me into dating his brother.

Right. I hung back and let him and Molly walk together up the wooden ramp to the shack. I’d never had a chance with Grayson anyway. All I wanted to do was fly. I needed to remember that or I was going to get myself in even more trouble.

The shack was so tiny that I was thinking Molly and I should stay outside while Grayson showered. But Molly followed him right through the door, exclaiming, “This is so cool! You can hear the ocean. When you wake up in the morning, it’s right there.” She must have thought I was going to hang outside myself, because she stood in the doorway, put her hand behind her back, and wiggled her fingers at me, coaxing me in. I didn’t want to cause a scene or seem weird, so I stepped into the shack behind her.

“It’s pretty cool,” Grayson agreed, looking around. The shack was made of weathered, smoothed boards on the ceiling, walls, and floor. A futon took up one wall, a surfboard leaned against another, and a mountain bike hung from hooks in the ceiling. An air conditioner took up half of one window, but it was off, and the sound of the ocean filled the tiny room.

“I guess the condo has stuff you’re missing here,” Molly said. “Like a kitchen. Why did one of you take one place and one of you take the other? It seems like you guys would want to be together, whichever place you chose. You’re not getting along?”

“You could say that.” Grayson opened his hands. “You know, our dad died recently.” This time he didn’t hesitate as he said it.

Molly nodded, oblivious to what a touchy subject this still was. She sounded like she was consoling an elderly neighbor on the death of his even more elderly father, a natural and expected ending, as she said, “Leah told me. I’m sorry.”

“And our older brother died,” Grayson said. “We’ve been through bad times before, but never without our brother. He was…” Grayson splayed his fingers and looked through the wooden ceiling toward heaven for an explanation. “… the leader. The peacekeeper. Alec and I didn’t realize that until we talked about running this business together. We have no idea how to get along. We can’t even order a pizza without being at each other’s throats.”

Grayson changed as he said this, from an angry, bullying boy into a kind young man with a horrible problem. He looked taller in the small room. The bare bulb cast dark shadows under his eyes.

Molly had been the one to draw these feelings and this truth out of him. I’d known him three and a half years. Molly had known him five minutes.

She made a joke of it. “Good thing you and Alec are living apart this week, then. And I in my infinite wisdom insisted that we should go out together.”

“It’s okay.” He dismissed the problem with a wave designed to make her feel better, something he would never have done for me. He told her, “We don’t have Jake, but at least we have someone to run interference so we don’t need to talk to each other. We have you. And you.” He finally looked at me.

His expression turned uneasy as he read my face. I don’t know what he saw there—my stupid jealousy of Molly, maybe, or my sense that he’d betrayed me in confiding all this to her instead of me, when he and I had never been friends in the first place.

He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “I’ll just be a minute. Make yourselves comfortable. Or try.” He disappeared into a bathroom carved into the corner.

“Come on.” Claustrophobic in the shrinking room, I pushed Molly all the way through the shack to another door that opened onto a porch.

Weathered stairs led down to a hundred yards of clean sand pitted with dry footprints. Beyond that lay the dark blue ocean. “Want to walk down there?” I asked her.

“God, no. I’ve been at the beach all day. Sick of it.” She sank behind me into a wooden lounge chair and closed her eyes. I waited for her to tell me her opinion of the boys. She was meeting them for the first time, and they were hot. Their suffering made them dreamy. She would want to tell me this and scold me for keeping them to myself all this time. But she didn’t say a word. She must be very tired from her long, hard day of lying on the beach.

I turned for the ocean again, inhaled the clean scent of it. Folding my arms on the porch rail and setting my chin on my arms, I watched the white waves slowly roll in. Like everything, the ocean looked completely different in person than it looked from the air. Hypnotized by its beauty, I forgot where I was and why. I jumped when Alec put his hand on my bare shoulder and asked, “Ready?”

Grayson’s insistence that we have an early night worked out well. When we arrived at the club, we could still get in the door. The place was already packed, though, mostly with strangers, lots of them seedy, and a few seniors from my high school, all of them drunk.

I was in a mood to break my no-drinking rule again because of the stress I’d been under that day and the situation I was in with these boys. But Grayson took up residence at a graffiti-covered pillar, watching all of us for bad behavior. So Molly and I danced to the throbbing beat under the spinning colored lights instead. Alec played along with us, doing an unembarrassed white boy dance. Molly asked Grayson to dance three times. He refused. She tried to send me over to ask him. I wouldn’t go. I was having a lot of fun dancing with Molly and dancing with Alec, who was acting like a not-too-interested boy/friend, something I’d never had before. I didn’t want to ruin it by dragging Grayson over—or having him turn me down.

Finally we took a break. Grayson had ordered food for everybody. When I opened my billfold to give him money for it, Alec frowned at me and shook his head. We found an empty table a group had just vacated on the crowded deck outside, overlooking the ocean. Molly went back inside to grab a strawberry daiquiri using her cousin’s old ID. Alec whispered that he’d get me a soda.

Which left Grayson and me snacking alone at the table, if you could call it alone when we were surrounded by four hundred and fifty people. I expected him to insult me over the noise. But he watched the crowd with a half-smile on his face, a lot like the half-smile Alec wore most of the time. On Alec it was the default setting. On Grayson it meant he was happy.

I leaned across the table and said, “You’re back.”

“What?” He jerked his head toward me, surprised that I’d spoken, losing part of the smile.

“You seem like yourself again,” I explained. “The way you’ve been acting, I thought the old Grayson was gone forever.”

He nodded. “I think he might be,” he said slowly. “I mean, if I were the type of person who talked about himself in the third person. I think he might be.”

“You think he might be gone forever?” I asked. “Or you think he might be back?”

“Gone.”

That one word sank deep into me like a hot rock disappearing into a snowbank somewhere up north. I noticed again how tired he was, how he sat low on his stool, broad shoulders hunched, with dark smudges of fatigue under his gray eyes. I felt lost on his behalf. I felt lost myself. As we shared a look of understanding across the table, the drunk spring-breakers and colored lights faded on one side of us. I was more aware of the blackness off the railing on our other side, a black sky and a black ocean we knew were there but couldn’t even see.

“I’m sorry about Jake,” I blurted.

Grayson didn’t take his eyes off me. His only reaction was a little tic of his jaw.

“I talked to your dad every day about what happened to Jake, but I never told you. I guess I never saw you again until your dad’s funeral. And…” I could feel my cheeks burning, but now that I’d started, I couldn’t stop until I’d blabbed everything. “… I’m sorry about you and Alec. I wish you’d tell me what exactly is going on between you and why I have to date him. You spill this whole story to Molly when you’ve just met her, but I’ve been right here the whole time and you treat me like the stranger. Less than a stranger. Like the enemy. What did you mean when you acted incredulous that I’d never been to your dad’s condo?”

Grayson’s lips parted. He watched me for a moment before he found words. As he spoke, his voice was so quiet that I could barely hear him over the music. “I was talking to you about Alec and Jake.”

“You were looking at Molly,” I accused him.

“I was talking to you.” He looked down at his half-eaten food. “Sometimes it’s hard for me to look at you. Just like it’s hard for me to be here. At the shack, at the condo, at the hangar.”

I understood now. He associated me with the tragedy of his family. He would take what he thought he needed from me in order to save Alec. That’s all I was good for.

Molly cackled somewhere in the crowd. I couldn’t make out what she was saying. As she and Alec emerged from the throng, the first word I understood was, “Cocktalls!”

“I was telling Molly about Zeke losing the spelling bee today,” Alec explained, sliding me a soda and slipping onto the stool beside me.

I grinned at him. If I concentrated hard enough on joining his light-hearted conversation with Molly, maybe the tension between Grayson and me would ease, and I would be able to breathe again.

“I can just see the tourists on the beach,” Molly said, “squinting up at the sign. ‘Cock… talls.’ They probably thought it was for real. Some new drink invented by the tourist-trap bars on the boardwalk. They would be bubble gum flavored! They would come with a piece of bubble gum on a toothpick as a garnish instead of a lemon!”

“Spoken like the daughter of restaurateurs,” I said, trying to get back into the swing of her banter.

“Those misspelled banners cost us a lot of time in the air,” Grayson grumbled.

I could see why he wasn’t laughing. The contracts Mr. Hall had made with these businesses specified that we’d fly their banners for a certain number of hours a day. When Alec and I dropped our banners, we circled above the airport, waiting for Zeke to spell everything correctly. Then we picked them back up, but we had to tack that many minutes onto the ends of our flights. Grayson had paid me a little overtime in my check. I hadn’t minded, but Grayson had minded very much.

“Did you talk to Zeke about it?” I asked Grayson. I didn’t see what good that would do, though. A bad speller was a bad speller, and there was no spell-check for banners.

“I fired him,” Grayson said. “I can do it myself.”

“And not fly?” Alec stopped laughing for the first time since he’d sat down. “You have contracts for three planes in the air.”

I puzzled over Alec phrasing it that way: “You have contracts,” rather than “We have contracts.” The business belonged to both of them now.

Grayson didn’t seem to notice the way Alec had put it. “I’ll take some extra time between my flights to get the banners ready,” he said. “After you two are up in the air, I’ll go myself. I’ll have to fly longer to make up that time.” Fly longer, and work longer. He was talking about his eight-hour day stretching into ten, probably more since he was doing the paperwork.

Molly’s voice broke into my thoughts. “Who was in charge of the banners when your dad was still around?”

I watched Grayson and Alec for their reaction, the wince that passed across both of their faces when someone mentioned their dad. I saw it flit across Grayson’s, even in the flickering colored lights from the bar.

Alec didn’t hesitate. He leaned forward and told Molly, “Grayson and I took care of the banners. We couldn’t get our commercial pilot’s licenses until we turned eighteen last October, so we haven’t been allowed to fly for money until now.”

I pointed out, “You also watched the takeoffs to make sure nothing fell off the planes when they snagged the banners. If Alec and I are already flying, who’s going to do that for you, Grayson?”

Grayson glanced at me with no expression on his face and squeezed his fist into a ball.

“Hire me,” Molly piped up.

“Yeah!” Alec exclaimed at the same time Grayson asked “What?” and I said “No.”

“I can spell,” Molly said. “I can drag these banners around if they’re not hugely heavy, right?”

“You’re hired,” Grayson said.

I glared across the table at Molly, but I couldn’t catch her eye. Not knowing what she was up to made me very nervous. She wandered into her parents’ café to help out only if she happened to wake up early enough and was bored. She could definitely work at the airport instead of the café if she wanted to. But why would she want to? The work would be dusty and hot with a side of gas fumes. I couldn’t imagine what good she thought she could get out of this job, unless she intended to meddle in my business with the boys. And I couldn’t let her do that. My flying career was too important. I couldn’t let her give my secret away to Alec, accidentally or otherwise.

“Wait a minute,” I chimed in. “Grayson, I don’t think this is a good idea. You just met Molly. There are things about this job that she won’t be used to.”

“Like what?” she challenged me.

“Labor,” I said.

“Oh,” she said with a threatening laugh, “I will cut a bitch.”

I kicked her underneath the table, warning her that she was making me look bizarre and unglamorous to Alec. “Not in front of the children.”

“You’re hired,” Grayson told Molly again. “But whatever kind of drama we’ve got going on when we’re on the ground, we’re not doing anything that affects what happens in the sky. There is no crashing at Hall Aviation. That means no hangovers. No drinking.” He slid Molly’s daiquiri toward the middle of the table.

“Hey!” she cried. “It’s spring break! Just one drink?”

“None,” Grayson said firmly.

“But I’m not flying,” she pouted.

“You’re aligning the banners correctly,” he said. “You’re watching the airplanes to make sure nothing falls off. You’re spelling.”

She stuck out her bottom lip and fluttered her eyelashes at him.

He laughed. “You can have one.” He slid the daiquiri back to her.

“Thanks, boss. Want a sip? It’ll loosen you up a little.”

“I’ll pass. Loosening up wasn’t my goal for the night. I don’t get involved with my employees.”

I’d been watching this whole exchange in horror. At first they seemed to be flirting. But I doubted he would have made this comment about his employees so flatly if he’d wanted to make a move on her.

She wasn’t offended. She laughed straight through it. “Why are you the boss of this outfit instead of Alec? Are you older?”

“We’re twins,” Grayson and Alec said at the same time.

“I knew that!” Molly exclaimed. “I totally forgot! You’re nothing alike.”

“Yes, they are,” I said. This wasn’t true, but I was feeling territorial again. Molly got along with the boys so much better than I did, and she didn’t even care about them.

“No, we’re not,” the boys said at the same time. They looked at each other across the table. Grayson smiled, and Alec laughed. I got the feeling they hadn’t laughed together in a while.

“How did you and Leah become ‘friends’?” Grayson asked Molly, making finger quotes.

I grinned at him and spoke up. “I stole her boyfriend.”

“You tried.” She reached across the table and patted my arm soothingly.

“What really happened?” Grayson asked.

I looked to Molly to answer this. She didn’t know what had really happened. I did, but I wasn’t going to tell her. We were friends now, and that was all I wanted. Honesty wasn’t worth the trouble.

“I’d just moved to town two years ago,” she said. “I snagged the hottest guy at school, right? And the next thing I know, all these chicks are telling me that Leah Jones is after him so I had better watch out.”

Alec chuckled. Grayson said dryly, “She’s that kind of girl, is she?”

“Apparently,” Molly said, giving me a brief glare as she always did when she mentioned Ryan. She was still resentful about him. “If I’d been at my old school in Atlanta, I might have let it go and watched how things went. But I was at a new school and I felt like I needed to lay down the law so girls wouldn’t mess with my property.” She moved her finger in the air as she said this in a poor imitation of some kind of gangland gesture, which was even funnier coupled with her blue glittery clubbing eye shadow. “So I confronted her about it.”

“Girl fight!” Alec exclaimed.

I giggled, because Alec was funny. Patrick anticipating the same thing outside my trailer last night hadn’t been funny at all, probably because it had been a lot closer to the truth.

Grayson watched me without laughing. “What did Leah do when you confronted her?” he asked Molly.

“She was funny,” Molly said. “Can you believe that? Everything I tried to serve her, she dished right back to me. I realized that I wanted to be friends with her more than I wanted to go out with that hunk of burning love.”

That’s not what had happened with Ryan. But I let her go on thinking so, since she liked viewing me as a tough girl from the hood. She might not want to be my friend otherwise.

However, I didn’t appreciate the way she characterized the argument, like she’d decided we would be friends, and therefore we were. Like she’d chosen me over Ryan. Like she’d adopted a kitten from the pound. I certainly felt that way when she picked me up and took me to her parents’ café for dinner, but I hated the way it sounded now that these boys were listening.

“So you’ve always been a heartbreaker,” Alec said at my shoulder, low enough that Grayson and Molly couldn’t hear, and close enough that I felt his breath across my skin. I turned to him. He watched me with that half-smile on his lips, looking into my eyes.

For the first time that night, I got the feeling that we were more than friends. Grayson might have put a halt on being paired with Molly, but Alec wasn’t putting a halt on him and me. I held his gaze, gave him my sexiest smile, and tried my best not to panic.

By order of Grayson for everyone to get a good night’s sleep, we left not long after. First we drove through gates draped with flowering tropical vines and dropped Molly off at her parents’ beachside villa. If there’d been any question remaining about whether Grayson wanted to be more than friends with her, it was answered here. Alec waited until she went in the front door to drive away, but Grayson stayed in the car.

Next they drove me home. Alec explained that Grayson was still in tow because he had some work left to do at the hangar. Alec would drop him off. Grayson would drive his truck back to his beach shack later. I wondered whether this was really why, or whether Grayson had engineered this excuse to watch Alec and me from the backseat and make sure I held up my end of our dark bargain.

Alec was handsome and so sweet, a super-nice guy. I kept reminding myself of this as he drove closer to the trailer park. The pain in my stomach grew worse, even though I had a belly full of bar food and wasn’t hungry for once. There was no way out of what was coming, but I gave it a try anyway. As he turned onto the gravel road and dust billowed into the headlight beams, I said, “You don’t have to walk me to the door.”

He didn’t answer. The silence stretched into awkwardness, without even a noise from Grayson’s phone in the backseat to break it.

Finally Alec asked, “Why not?”

I didn’t have an answer for that. I made up one. “It’s not much of a door.”

“Of course it’s a door, and I’m walking you to it.” He parked the car, cut the engine and the lights, and got out.

He was walking around the car to open my door for me. I didn’t have much time. I turned around, looking past the seat’s headrest, and said, “Good night, Grayson.”

He was already looking straight at me when I turned around. “Good night,” he said with absolutely no expression on his shadowed face or in his voice.

I didn’t know exactly what I’d wanted from him. Jealousy? Maybe a declaration of No, Leah, don’t do it! I’m calling the whole thing off! Whatever I’d wanted, this wasn’t it.

“I like your hair better curly,” he said in the same flat tone.

Before I could ask him what he meant—he liked my curly hair, or he thought Alec liked it better?—Alec opened the door.

Heart racing, I got out of the car and stepped into a thick cloud of barking from the pit bull. Alec followed me across the yard and up the cement-block stairs. I didn’t want to kiss him, but there didn’t seem to be any way around this now. I met his gaze and tried to telegraph to him that, sure, I did want to kiss him, but his brother was watching us, and moreover, hello, was he horny with that pit bull barking his head off?

Alec didn’t seem to get my meaning, though. I was afraid I’d screwed things up by accidentally implying that I didn’t want to kiss him at all. I almost explained the whole thing to him: I don’t want to kiss you outside my trailer with a pit bull barking in my ear. It’s too much like my nightmares about my marriage someday.

But he did understand. He half-smiled down at me. “Tomorrow night I’ll make sure we’re alone.”

There would be a tomorrow night? This was good—Grayson couldn’t complain that I wasn’t holding up my end of the deal—yet my face burned with the possibilities. I was frightened that Alec would want to do more than I was willing to do.

He bent toward me. I went rigid, anticipating his kiss, and tried to relax. Maybe he felt me go stiff, or maybe he didn’t really want to kiss me either. For whatever reason, he hesitated, and swallowed.

Then he came in the rest of the way, pushing both his hands back into my hair. His lips met mine.

He was kissing me. But not very dynamically. The kiss was awfully chaste for a couple of legal adults on spring break. I didn’t want him to think I was a prude, but I didn’t want to encourage him, either. Or, I did, but just enough for Grayson to see I was encouraging him.

And for Grayson to eat his heart out.

So I slid my hand into Alec’s hair and pulled him closer.

He broke the kiss and started again. I felt his tongue against my lips, but he didn’t press inside. It was like kissing a middle school boy who’d heard about kissing but had never done it himself.

I didn’t correct him.

He pulled back and slid his hands out of my hair, or tried. One finger got caught in a layer underneath that had kinked in the night humidity, defying the flat-iron.

“Ow!” I squeaked.

We both laughed.

“Sorry. Hold on just a sec.” He squinted at my hair in the moonlight and used his other hand to extricate the finger that had gotten caught. As he released me, I glimpsed the hand that had been snagged and saw he was wearing Mr. Hall’s Air Force ring.

“Good night,” I said too quickly. “Thanks. I had fun.” I turned my key in the lock, escaped through the door, and closed it behind me before we could get into another scrape. And before I could gaze into the yard, checking to see how closely Grayson had been watching.

The odor of mildew hit me in the face and made me breathe shallowly. I never noticed it unless I’d been away for a while. The trailer was rotting underneath, where I couldn’t reach it, and there was nothing I could do.

Standing there with my back to the door, listening to the pit bull barking and Alec’s car starting through the thin aluminum, I was overcome with fatigue. I wasn’t sure I could negotiate another night of Alec kissing me and Grayson looking on.

But Molly would be at the airport tomorrow. Molly made things easier for me, just by talking out her ass.

And I would get to fly again. Whenever this farce didn’t seem worth it over the next few days, I had to remember I was doing it to keep my wings and fly.