Grace let herself be dragged halfway across the store before
she came back to her senses. Digging in
her heels, she said, “Hold up.”
Lucky ignored her as he moved for the mall entrance. Clasping her hand firmly in his, he didn’t
give her any other option but to follow.
Grace marveled at the feel of his hand.
It was rough, calloused, as if he worked with them quite a bit. Hitting the brakes on the dreamy tone her
thoughts were taking, she wanted to smack herself. What was she thinking? She had a date with Truman tonight. Shouldn’t she be over the moon on that and not
thinking about the guy pulling her through the music store?
Putting more of herself into it, Grace dug in and said
louder, “Dude, wait. Hold up.”
Sighing, Lucky got her clear of the store before he stopped. Turning those ice blue eyes on her, Grace
found herself thinking she could just stand there and look at them all day. “Listen, I get it. You and Harper are tight. But, O has been trying to get her attention
for what seems like months now. So, let’s
give them a little space okay?”
For once, Grace had nothing to say. Owen had a thing for Harper? Okay, she kind of thought so, but after
everything that happened, she didn’t see Harper and Owen becoming a
couple. In fact, in the bright light of
day, what she had been seeing shamed her.
All she had been able to see since this started was Harper. Harper, as a victim.
Yeah, yeah, nothing happened. She knew the stanza on the song that Harper
kept singing and she still didn’t believe her.
In fact, that was why she had come over here. She wanted to tell Owen what happened at the
restaurant before she had been broadsided by the, oh so charming Lucky. Again.
Lucky watched the play of emotions move swiftly across her
face. He didn’t actually want to admit
it, even to himself, but he was intrigued.
When she came by the house last night looking for his brother, there was
a moment where Lucky thought this might be the elusive Harper Owen
rhapsodized about. It had seriously
pissed him off.
The brothers had never shown any inclination of having the
same taste in girls, something Lucky never noticed, until last night. When she smiled and introduced herself, there was this sweet relief he didn’t understand. Or maybe he did and just wanted to ignore it.
He tried pumping Owen when he got home, but O was in a mood
and didn’t want to talk about the hot blond in the pink VW. He only wanted to talk about Harper. Since the brothers didn’t have secrets, Lucky
had gotten the whole sordid tale.
Now standing this close to her, he was suddenly
nervous. Crazy, right? Girls didn’t make Lucky Lancaster
nervous. Ever. He liked girls and they liked him right
back. It was baffling; this one seemed
to put him on edge.
She turned those bright blue eyes up to his and asked “Owen
has a thing for Harper?” Was that
disappointment he heard in her voice?
She couldn’t have a thing for his brother. Right?
Grace pivoted on her heel and walked toward the benches that
were strategically placed for husbands and boyfriends who were recruited to
shop. Plopping down on the hard wrought
iron surface, she propped her elbow on the bench arm and rested her chin in her
hand. “This is just freaking great.” Her tone said it was anything but.
Lucky sat down beside her and asked in a tentative voice,
“You don’t think it’s great that Owen has the hots for your friend?”
Looking over, Lucky could see the anger stamped on her face,
“No, I don’t think it’s great. Why did
it have to happen now? Don’t get me
wrong it should be great. Or it would
have been if she wasn’t dealing with all this bullshit with Mr.-. “ Realizing she had almost said too much, she
stopped.
Lucky felt the punch of immediate relief that her anger stemmed from what
she and Owen believed happened to Harper and then realized his little brother
had an uphill battle. He couldn’t help
but wonder if it was worth it. Maybe
that was small of him, but Lucky didn’t know Harper. Remembering how she had flinched when he got
close to her in the music store, he couldn’t help but think that there might be
some truth in what Owen suspected.
Looking up, he caught view of his brother and
Harper standing at the register in the store.
Owen was standing protectively over the girl in the baggy clothes,
listening intently to what she was saying, smiling and laughing with her. Yeah, he had it bad. Okay, he didn’t get Owen’s fascination, but
maybe he could help.
“Do you have your car?” he asked.
She turned her blues his way again and something
melted in his chest. Disgusted with
himself, he almost cursed. Now, he
sounded like a chick.
“Yeah, of course. How
do you think we got here today?”
“Good. Here’s an
idea. Why don’t we let Owen give Harper
a ride home, you know, give him a chance on the field.”
Grace looked toward the store, and Lucky was positive that
she wanted to say no, but for whatever reason decided not to. “Okay, yeah.
I need a really good reason though.
I would never dump her at the mall.”
Pulling her up from the bench and heading back to the store,
Lucky smiled and said, “Well isn’t it a good thing I’m here? Leave it to me.”
Grace was content to trail behind him and let him handle it,
which was a new feeling for her, one she kind of liked. Lucky made his way toward Harper and Owen at
the register all the while never once letting go of her hand, and Grace
realized they were moving through the store as if they were a couple.
She wasn’t sure if pushing Harper at Owen was a good idea or
not. But when she looked up and saw Owen
standing next to her best friend with that protective look on his face she knew
the choice was Harper’s to make. Grace wasn’t
going to victimize her best friend, Mr. Haas had already done that for
her. But it was going to be up to Harper
to decide if she stayed a victim, and that was something Grace could and would
help her with, starting right now.
Now it's Karla's turn...what did you think?
4 comments:
Nice! So many cute boys. Hope Karla is a good juggler. ;)
No, Linda, actually, I suck at juggling. Oy. What have I gotten myself into?!?!? Ah, well. It happens. *shrugs*
What will happen next? Well, I guess we'll all have to wait until Thursday to find out ;)
Sigh.
I want Owen. Can I have him?
boys, boys, boys, boys, boys.
and they are all adorable in their own way.
this is getting juicy!
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