Andrew looked proud.
“So, yeah, there’s nothing to worry about.”
Chapter 6
Bethany stared at the crumpled piece of paper that held Dawson’s number. Past ten, it was late, probably too late to be calling his house if his parents were anything like hers. And she really shouldn’t be calling him, especially if what Kimmy said were true.
But when did she start taking the word of a complete stranger?
When she should’ve listened to the girl who’d told her Daniel was cheating on her, that’s when. Bethany hadn’t listened and ended up finding him in the library of all places with another girl, his hands where they shouldn’t have been, and making like he was tying a cherry stem with his tongue.
On the Friday before Homecoming.
Jerk-face.
She glanced at the piece of paper for the zillionth time and then at her phone. Should I? Could I? Would I? Her gaze darted to her easel.
Even in the dark, Dawson stared back at her. The curve of his strong jaw, the broad cheekbones, the nose and lips that were slightly tilted, were all him. But the eyes were all wrong. No amount of mixing paints had captured the right color of green.
Her gaze swung back to the piece of paper.
She decided she’d just enter the number into her phone and that was all. What her finger did next, by pushing send on her cell, was completely out of her control.
As her heart did jumping jacks in her chest, she listened to the phone ring once…then twice.
“Hello?” A deep voice came through the line.
Crap. Bethany hadn’t meant to call him. Really, she hadn’t. She took no ownership for her finger. And she also found herself mute. Again.
A door shut on the other end of the phone. “Bethany?”
She blinked. “How…how did you know it was me? I didn’t give you my number.”
The relieved-sounding laugh had her smiling. “I don’t give my number out a lot. So you’re the only unknown number who should have it.”
Surprise caused her to jerk straight up in bed, her legs tangling with the comforter. “You don’t?”
“I don’t what?”
“Give your phone number out a lot?” And boy was that a nice way to start off the conversation. Yeesh.
“Ah, no, I don’t.” Bedsprings groaned, and her entire body went haywire at the sudden vision of him in bed. She so needed to get off the phone, but he continued. “Actually, I can’t remember the last time I gave a girl my digits.”
Part of her wanted to believe him, but she wasn’t that stupid. “Um, I’m going to be honest here.”
“Good. I want you to be honest.”
She closed her eyes. “I have a hard time believing you don’t give your number to girls.”
“I don’t.” More creaking, like he was settling down. “But that doesn’t mean I haven’t gotten their numbers.”
Something like a red-hot poker went through her eyes. It. Could. Not. Be. Jealousy. “Is there a difference?”
“Most def,” he said. “Giving someone my number means she can get in touch with me whenever she wants. For the most part, I’m not down with that. Having someone else’s number is totally different. Get what I’m saying?”
A second passed. Yep, she did. Meaning he only gave his number to people he really wanted to call him. Not just anyone. And somehow she’d fallen into this privileged group. “Oh, okay. Um, thanks?”
Dawson laughed. “Anyway, I’m really glad you called. I wasn’t expecting this.”
Neither was she.
“I thought after everything with Andrew…”
“Your friend’s weirdness has nothing to do with you.” Deciding to be honest, she took a deep breath. “Actually, I still wanted to go grab something to eat with you after school today.” Because I’m an idiot. “And I was sort of disappointed when you walked off.” Because I’m really an idiot. “So, yep, that’s all I have to say.”
Silence stretched out between them, and Bethany was immediately regretting opening her big mouth. “Okay. Maybe I misread—”
“No. No!” he said quickly. “I’m just surprised. I thought… It doesn’t matter. You still want to grab something to eat Sunday?”
“Yes.” Her voice came out a breathless whisper, as if she’d just run up a flight of stairs…or worked as a sex phone operator. How embarrassing.
“What about tomorrow?”
Bethany laughed. “You…you can’t wait until Sunday?”
“Hell no. It’s hard to get to know you when we only have a few minutes before class to talk.” He stopped and man, oh man, his voice dropped low enough to send a shiver through her. “And I really want to get to know you.”
The back of her head hit the heavy down pillows at the top of her bed. She had a decision to make. Operate off what Kimmy said and her own old fears, or go with the flow, wherever it may take her.
Eyes on the ceiling, she fought a big, goofy smile. “We can get to know each other now, right?”
Another deep laugh had her feeling fuzzy. “I’m liking where this is heading.”
So was she.
…
Daemon stalked the woods surrounding his family’s home. Brutal winds whipped down from the looming mountains and rolled right into him. Dammit, it was cold outside. Cold enough he wished he’d picked up a jacket for once in his life.
Shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans, he stared over the frozen lake he visited more times than he could count. Moonlight reflected off the ice, casting a silvery light that reminded him of a well-polished blade.