(Mis)fortune (14 page)

I shrugged and took another sip of beer.  Wine tasted better, but beer won over tequila.  “It’s hard to explain.”

“Not really.  You just need the proper motivation.”  He nodded toward the dartboard.  “I win, you tell me.  You win, I leave it alone.”

I shook my head before he finished his offer.  “No way.  I have no idea how good you are.”  If he could run faster than I could see, how could he miss a dartboard?

“Dice then.  A game of chance.  I might be ready to go afterward.”

Dice, I could play.  I nodded, and he taught me a quick drinking game, only instead of taking a shot, the loser told a secret.  In my case, why I wanted to avoid Emmitt.  In Jim’s case, who taught him to sing in the shower.

Jim womped me.  I took the last drink from my beer.  Jim motioned for another.

“Because I’m stupid around him,” I said in exasperation.

“Explain.”

“I lose focus on what’s important and start talking about things I shouldn’t,” I said then asked the bartender for a sweeter beer.  He gave me funny look but moved his hand from one tap to another.

“Why can’t you talk about things?”

If only Jim had asked
what
I couldn’t talk about; I would have clammed up.

“Because people take advantage of information.  They use it to gain power, control.”

The door behind us opened, and a few more Friday patrons trickled in.  I replenished the money on the bar as Jim called for more whiskey.  He grinned at me with a twinkle in his eye.

“So you’re avoiding Emmitt because you’re afraid you’ll say something he’ll use to control you?”

I began to nod then stopped myself.  Had I said that?  Damn.  I eyed my beer.

“Don’t blame you,” Jim said interrupting my thought.  “He’s a bit of a control freak.  O.C.D.  Look at how driven he is to finish that apartment for you.”

What?

“I mean, you haven’t even decided if you will stay, yet.  I tried telling him he needed to chill, but no.  Be prepared.  That’s how he thinks.”

“He’s finishing that apartment for us?”  I couldn’t get past that tidbit.

Jim nodded and nudged my glass.  I dutifully took a drink.

“Yep.  Doesn’t think his apartment is a good home for you and the boys.  Apparently, my decorating doesn’t meet his standards.”  He rolled his eyes.

I hid my grin with another sip.

“If he’s not working on that, then he’s always listening for you.  Or Liam.  Or Aden.  He leaves the apartment door open ‘just in case’.  In case what?  I say let it go already.”

I thought he just opened the door in the morning to welcome the boys.  But to have it open all the time?  My heart melted a little.

The door opened, and a larger crowd of men came in.  A few called hello to Jim.  Jim nodded and smiled but didn’t invite them to join us.

“You know what really puts me over the top?” he asked, looking at me with frustration.  “He won’t let me make the pancakes!”

Several people turned to look at Jim.  I studied Jim in surprise, not sure how to respond to his outburst.  Then, I caught a twinkle in his eyes.

“You brat!”  I smacked him on the arm, and he laughed.

He’d picked on my concerns but had also revealed some interesting information about Emmitt.  Things I didn’t know.  Did I have to worry about Emmitt using the information against me?  I didn’t know because I didn’t really know Emmitt.

“Fine.  You win.  I’ll stop avoiding him.”  My stomach flipped in anticipation, and I let out a shaky breath. 
Friends only
, I reminded myself.  That would be risky enough.  I’d probably say more than I wanted.

“Good girl,” Jim said, smiling approval.  “Drink up.  The music’s about to start.  It’ll get too loud in here to talk.”

I looked around the crowded room and wondered where everyone had come from.  The glass in front of me was cold and full.  Hadn’t I been drinking out of it already?  I thought I’d almost drained it.

“We can go now if you want,” I offered.

“Please, no!” he said, holding his hands up in surrender.  “I just need a few more minutes.”  After all the alcohol he consumed, he didn’t seem the least bit affected.

Three more beer and two hours later, I needed to use the restroom.  A crowded dance floor occupied the space between my goal and me.  I leaned close to Jim to hear myself over the music.

“Be right back,” I half-shouted and hopped off the stool.

He nodded at me with a grin and lifted his glass to sip the beer I suspected he’d been nursing for the past hour.  If he didn’t want me driving, maybe he was sobering up?  Wait, was he ever really drunk?  I felt a bit light-headed and unsure of the real answer.

Without tripping or embarrassing myself, I made it to the restroom.  The small room did little to muffle the blaring music but did offer my ears a slight respite. The time away from Jim and his distracting conversation helped me remember my responsibilities.  Liam and Aden.

After drying my hands, I stepped out of the restroom and carefully started to skirt around the group of bodies writhing to the music.  I craned my neck, trying to spot Jim.  We needed to leave.

Instead of seeing Jim, I met a startling pair of dark eyes for a moment before a random dancer moved in the way.  I froze, doubting what I thought I’d seen.  When the dancer moved, no one familiar stood there.  Dark blue eyes or otherwise.  I shook my head, blamed the beer, and continued to inch forward.  Definitely time to insist we go home.  Jim had to be sober by now.  I wanted to get back to my brothers and needed to apologize to Nana.

The mass of dancers drifted, blocking my route along their edge.  Taking a deep breath, I changed tactics and started to snake my way through the dancers.  I mumbled apologies as I went.  Shoulder to shoulder, bodies bumped and brushed each other as they swayed to the music.  I struggled to make any progress.  An arm encircled my waist, stopping me completely.  I tried to spot Jim at the bar, but the crowd was too thick.  The music too loud to yell.  Defeated, I turned to face my captor.

Dark blue eyes, close cropped dark hair, and a perfect mouth swam before my eyes.  Emmitt.  My heart skipped a beat.  He wore jeans and a faded blue t-shirt.  His eyes unwaveringly met mine.  He studied me with an intensity I didn’t understand.

He leaned in to smell my hair.  Tingles skittered along my neck and arms.

“Hi,” I whispered, tipsy and unsure of his mood.

Folding me in his arms with a sigh, we swayed to the fast music.  “You had me worried,” he whispered in my ear.  He rested his forehead against mine.

“My driving’s not that bad,” I protested, pulling back slightly.  He let me have my space as his lips quirked and he shook his head.

“When you stopped talking to me, I thought you wanted to leave.  Then, you did.  With Jim.”

“Oh.”  I didn’t know what to say for a moment.  His eyes burned into mine, capturing me even through the beer haze.  My hands came to life at my side, reaching up to clutch the fabric of his shirt near his stomach.  My knuckles brushed his hard muscles.  I melted a little.

He exhaled and closed the distance between us.  As he lowered his head, excitement burst like a bubble within me, randomly splattering my insides with a cold fire.  The room tilted.  My blood rushed, and my eyes fluttered closed.  I held my breath, lifted my face, and forgot my vow to confine our relationship to the boundaries of friendship.

“Please stop,” he begged.

My eyes popped back open.  “What?” I asked confused.

His mouth hovered inches from mine.  The song changed.  A slow beat to match our sway.  I lifted myself up on tiptoes and let go of his shirt to wrap my arms against his neck.  I felt his breath on my lips.  So close...

He moved quickly, nudging my head to the side with his jaw, giving him access to bury his face in the curve of my neck.  His lips rested against my skin but didn’t move.  He inhaled deeply and groaned.

“Driving me crazy,” he murmured, answering my question.

It took me a moment to understand him.  I drove him crazy?  The look in his eyes, the way he held me, and what he’d just said added up to one conclusion.  Despite his previous assurance that he only wanted friendship, I thought he wanted to kiss me.  Had I misread the situation?  I tightened my arms around his shoulders, and he pulled me closer.  Nope.  I didn’t misread a thing.

“I don’t understand.”

“If you’ll let me, I’ll explain in the morning.  When you’re more lucid.”

The song ended, and he led me from the floor.  I stumbled a bit, the floorboards doing their best imitation of a rollercoaster.

“You found her.”  Jim grinned at me.  “Good.”  He handed Emmitt the truck keys and held out his hand, waiting for Emmitt to surrender the motorcycle key.  “You two have fun.”  He sat back on his stool and began to speak to the woman on his right.

Emmitt shook his head and tugged me toward the exit.  Tripping on the threshold, I fell through the door.  He spun and caught me before my eyes even locked on the gravel rising up to meet my face.  Without a word, he swung me up into his arms.  I snuggled into his warm chest and smiled, touching his shirt.

I woke all at once.  Silence surrounded me.  Turning my head, left then right, I looked for the boys.  Their spots were empty, and I frowned and sat up.  The taste in my mouth distracted me; I needed a toothbrush.

I swung my legs out of bed and stepped on a piece of paper on the floor.  A childishly penciled arrow pointed to the hallway.  I picked up the paper and walked out of the room, curious.  I saw another paper in the living room but detoured to quickly brush my teeth and use the bathroom.

The arrow in the living room pointed to the door.  In the hall, another paper pointed to the apartment across from ours.  The fragrant aroma of browning bacon tickled my nose.  I moved to the door but stopped when I heard a childish giggle below.

Before I could peek over the railing, the door swung inward revealing Emmitt.  He held a spatula in one hand while he looked me over with a slow smile.  Behind him, bacon sizzled on the stove.  My stomach growled. Unlike the morning after tequila, I felt fine.

“Nice shirt,” he commented.

I looked down at the blue cotton t-shirt that almost covered the bottoms of my hello kitty cotton sleep shorts and fought to hide my smile.  “Thanks.  It’s really comfy.”

“I know,” he said shaking his head.  “Want some breakfast before we face the music for last night?”

I nodded, and he stepped aside.

“How’s your back?” I asked sitting on a new stool at the island.

Without furnishings, excluding the stools and cooking utensils, the sound of my voice rebounded off the walls.

“Fine.”  He grinned as he moved to turn the bacon.  “Is the floor behaving this morning?”

I laughed.  Last night, after he had carried me to the truck, the spinning had continued.  So much that I begged a piggyback ride upstairs when we returned home.  Not waiting for an answer, I’d leapt on him, bringing us both to the floor.  The ruckus brought Nana to her door.  She had looked at Emmitt with disapproval but only said that she would speak with us both in the morning.  Before she closed her door, she assured me that both boys were sleeping upstairs and hadn’t been any trouble.  Guilt had pierced me, then, and still did.  Sharp little jabs.

He set two plates next to the pan and split the bacon.  There had to be a whole pound between the two plates.  Leaving the grease in the pan, he fried up five eggs, sliding two on one plate and three on the other.  He added two pieces of buttered toast to each and set the smaller portioned plate in front of me.  I stared at the food, and my stomach gave a queasy twist.

“Too heavy after last night?” he asked, watching me.

I nodded.

He reached over, picked up a single piece of toast, handed it to me, then set the plate next to his.  “Better?”

“Much.”  I nibbled at the toast and watched him put away the grease-soaked food.  “I was thinking maybe we could spend today together.”

“We could all go to the lake again,” he offered.

I made a face.  “Maybe somewhere less public.  I’d like to learn more about you, like why a strong fast...person such as yourself could get knocked over by a nineteen-year-old light weight.  I’d prefer my brothers not see anything.”

“Nineteen?”  His fork clattered to his plate as he whipped his head around to stare at me.  He looked horrified when I hesitantly nodded.  “She’s going to kill me,” he mumbled pushing away his plate.

“What’s wrong?”  I set the half-eaten toast aside as I watched various emotions flit across his face.  Shock, concern, calculation, back to concern.

“We all assumed you were a bit older than that.”  He quickly gathered the dishes and stacked them near the sink.  “Come on.  Let’s get this over with.”  He offered his hand.

With a frown, I accepted it and followed behind him.

“Are you telling me I look
old?
”

“Ancient,” he threw over his shoulder with a wink.

As usual, both apartment doors stood open.  So did the main entrance door.  Outside, the boys were playing on the swing set.  Emmitt led us straight into Nana’s kitchen where Jim already sat contritely at the table.  Nana leaned against the counter, her eyes boring holes into Jim’s soul.  Well, that’s what it looked like anyway.

“Sit,” Nana said.

Emmitt held out a chair for me before seating himself.  I felt small and very guilty.  Taking a steadying breath, I opened my mouth to apologize for leaving her like I did, but she spoke first.

Nana’s gaze again drilled into Jim.  “Your irresponsibility knows no bounds.  What were you thinking taking her to a bar!  Our job is to keep her safe, not keep her stocked with booze.”

Keep me safe? 
I blinked at the two repentant looking men, feeling as if I’d walked into a conversation near the end.  So this was about me being at the bar with Jim, not me leaving?

“And you,” she said to Emmitt, “are supposed to have her best interests at heart.”

Why was she putting so much of this on them?  It was my stupid decision.  I took a breath to say just that, but Emmitt beat me.

“That’s why I tracked her down and brought her back,” Emmitt quickly defended.  Jim grimaced.  That explained Emmitt’s earlier look of calculation.  He’d just thrown Jim under the bus.

She turned her steel gaze on me, and I felt myself shrink a little.  “At nineteen, you have no right to be going out drinking.”

Whoa.  My mouth popped open, and my tempter ignited at the absurdity of her misdirected concern.  Had she called me irresponsible for leaving my brothers, I would have meekly nodded.  But telling me I was too young to drink of all things!

“That is so—”  I stopped myself from saying something stupid, knowing it would make me sound younger in their eyes.  “My age doesn’t matter.  It never has,” I said instead, thinking of Blake’s use of me.

“You have a responsibility to your brothers,” she said too late.

I flattened my hands on the table, trying to keep my temper under control.  “No one knows that better than I do.  Their wellbeing, their existence, depended on my obedience.  Complete and absolute.  Don’t speak.  Look up when addressed.  Return to your room when your presence isn’t required.”

“I messed up last night.  I get it.”  In essence, I’d left my brothers with strangers.  I still didn’t know enough about who they were to trust them with my secret, but I left my brothers with them?  What if Blake had shown up?  What would Nana Wini, a fellow werewolf, have done?  Just hand them over?  My fingers twitched on the surface of the table.  Now I was getting angry with myself.  I’d been so stupid.

“They could have been found, and I wasn’t here,” I said.

Nana made a slight noise as if she would continue.

“I don’t need your lecture.  I will not be ruled by another...”   I clamped my mouth shut and closed my eyes with a flinch. 

When I opened them again, three faces studied me with too much intensity.  I had such a big mouth.

“I’m sorry.”

I stood and left my stunned audience sitting around the table in Nana’s cheery yellow kitchen.  I took the stairs two at a time.  As soon as I reached my door, I heaved a sigh of regret.  I shouldn’t have yelled at her.  She had everything right.  I shouldn’t have left my brothers.  Especially not to sit at a bar.  Granted, that hadn’t been the plan, but I could have insisted Jim drive us back.  I could have walked.

With Blake, I hadn’t spent much time with my brothers because I wasn’t allowed.  Now, I had all the time I wanted and didn’t value it enough.  Instead of being a self-absorbed brat who dwelled on her feelings concerning Emmitt, I needed to stay focused, learn about werewolves, and use the knowledge to protect us from Blake.  And, I needed to find a way to test Emmitt’s werewolf abilities without Liam or Aden seeing or hearing anything.

I quickly dressed in a tank top and cutoffs and grabbed the white shirt I’d originally borrowed from Emmitt then trotted downstairs.  Both doors still stood open.  I spotted Emmitt with the boys in the yard.

When I tapped on Nana’s door, she called me in.  Jim still sat at the table.  Though I hadn’t heard any yelling, from the look on Jim’s face, Nana had continued after I left.

“Jim, I’m sorry I used you yesterday.  I should have faced the issue instead of running from it.”  I glanced at Nana’s set face.  “Can I talk to you alone for a minute?”

Nana neither agreed nor disagreed.  Regardless, Jim flew out of his chair as if it had spontaneously started on fire.  There weren’t even retreating steps to mark his passing.  He simply vanished.  Outside, the boys cheered.

“I shouldn’t have said what I did.  You’re right.  I’m not being responsible.  My past, whether good or bad, doesn’t earn me any hall passes.  I’m sorry I left like I did yesterday.”

Nana sighed and deflated a little.  The angry light left her eyes.  “You are an adult.  You’re correct that you don’t need me to lecture you.  We are here to help you, Michelle, if you would just let us.  We don’t know who you’re hiding from or why.  Is leaving here dangerous?  Is there a chance the people you’re hiding from could track you here?”

Hearing her echo my recent thoughts increased my worry.  “I don’t know.”  I ran my fingers through my still wet hair.  “I’m so afraid, Nana,” I admitted.  “I’m afraid they’ll find us and afraid if I trust...”  I looked away for a moment, took a breath, and said as much truth as I could.  “I’m afraid you’ll be just like them.”

She tilted her head and gave me a compassionate look.  “Never, Michelle,” she promised.  “We are an entirely different species.  Loyalty runs deep with us.”

My stomach dropped and bile rose.  She couldn’t have said anything worse.  They didn’t know about Blake, yet.  When they found out he was one of their own, would they just hand me over?  Her words further cemented my decision to learn more about them and to learn it fast.

“You’re right.  You’re different, and I haven’t taken the time to learn about you like Emmitt asked.  I’m sorry to ask again, but can you and Jim keep an eye on the boys?  I won’t ever again disappear like I did yesterday.  I just want to take Emmitt to the front yard where the boys won’t see or hear anything.  Then, I’ll ask Emmitt the questions I should have asked from the start.”

“Of course we will.  You don’t have to ask Emmitt, you know.  You can ask me anything as well.”

I nodded hesitantly, and she smiled at the preference she saw in my eyes.  I didn’t want to face her in any other form than the grandmotherly one she wore.  I thanked her and left.

Instead of going outside, I took a quick detour then headed back upstairs.

In the apartment, with the door closed, I tested his hearing.  “Emmitt, can you come up here, please?

I waited several minutes, but he didn’t appear.  Opening the apartment door, I tried again.  Immediately, I heard his tread on the steps.

He wore an unsure smile.  “Jim told me to pass on his pledge of servitude.”

I smiled slightly in return.  “He’ll pay it back today.  He and Nana are going to watch the boys so I can spend some time with you and learn what makes a werewolf tick.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“According to your boast, you’re faster, stronger, have better sight, hearing, and sense of smell.  I’d like to know just how good you are at each.”

He agreed, and we walked downstairs.  I stopped just outside Jim’s door.

“I went inside and hid something.  Can you find it?”

He quirked a smile at me and walked purposefully into the apartment.  I trailed behind him to watch.

When hiding the shirt I’d borrowed, I’d touched everything, leaving false trails.  I even went so far as to change the hiding place twice.

He walked unerringly through the apartment to the spare room, lifted his pillow, and pulled out the shirt.  Lifting it to his nose, he closed his eyes and inhaled.

“It will never smell like me again.”

“Sorry.”

“I like it better this way.”

I blushed and looked away.  “How did you know where it was?”

“Your scent is impossible to mask.”

“But I touched everything along the way.  I even hid it in two different places before picking here.”  Had he heard me moving around the apartment from outside?

He nodded.  “I know.  Under the couch cushions and in the silverware drawer.”

“But, how...”  He’d walked straight to the bedroom, not even hesitating.

“The fragrance of you led me.  The lighter trails, I ignored.  I went to the place where it was most saturated.”

“How long will they last?  My trails.”

“The places you touched?  Less than a week because of contaminations here.”

“Contaminations?”

“Your brothers, me, Jim.  We are the contaminations.  We touch the same things in here and eventually wipe away the traces of your scent.  On the road, other vehicles do the same to the scent of your truck.  Think of scent trails as delicate strings.  If too many other strings cross them, they break and fall apart.  We might be able to find fragments of the trail after a week, but the longer it sits, the harder it would be to try to follow.”

So the longer we stayed the safer we were?  I felt a small measure of relief.  Maybe last night hadn’t been such a glaring lack of responsibility on my part, after all.  Yet, leaving my brothers alone with two werewolves when I suspected Blake of being the same thing...well, I didn’t want to think about it too much.