My Heart For Yours (Sinful Secrets 2) - Page 73

A high school guy plods up. He’s tall, with white-blond Justin Bieber hair. He sticks his thin hands in his pockets, cool and poker-faced, while the short blonde cuts her eyes at him. When he doesn’t fall down at my feet, she widens her eyes at him. “Can you believe it?”

Never meeting my eyes, he gives her a sideways smile and murmurs, “No.”

It doesn’t take an idiot to see this boy has my Abercrombie pool party stuff, or my Burberry nothing-under-the-jacket campaign bookmarked in his spank bank. Which means it’s time to change the subject before we all end up embarrassed.

“Your dad grows the gardenias you guys sell?” I ask him, hoping to put everyone at ease, as well as steer the subject away from the movie. I’m a singer, not an actress—although I am proud of the movie.

The guy nods and finally, he looks into my eyes.

“It’s a kind of insanity,” he says, revealing a retainer than makes his voice sound—well, like he’s got something in his mouth. “They won’t survive for long in someone’s yard. So they’re just house plants.”

I hover a fingertip over one of the satiny white leaves, mostly so I can break the stare he’s now aiming at me. “It’s probably insanity to buy one when it’s snowing this hard. I’m not even staying at my own house.” I smile at them before I realize my publicist would smack my mouth for giving details.

“Jessica,” the girl squeals, jumping up and down.

I tug Mr. Madison’s big black jacket down around my ankles before reaching in his huge pocket to grab my wallet out.

I stumble back a little, my gaze catching on Barrett’s porch light. Whoa…I don’t remember climbing up the stairs. I rub my forehead.

“Stupid Gwenna. No drinking with a TBI, you dumbass,” I murmur.

People who’ve had a brain injury are encouraged not to drink, but I’ve never really heeded those warnings, probably because I don’t usually get drunk. I look down at the wine bottle in my right hand.

I should leave.

I blink a few times at the door, and then, as if by my command, it opens.

SIX

Gwenna

My heart drops straight down to my feet and out my boot soles, and I wobble back a little.

Barrett stands there shirtless in the doorway, looking dazed in rumpled gray sweatpants, like he just rolled out of bed. My eyes wander down his legs before I jerk my gaze up to his face. I blink a few times, just to keep it there.

He blinks back, then frowns, his thick brows pinching. “Gwenna.” He sounds slightly hoarse; perhaps surprised.

I swallow. “Hi.” I laugh—this awful, awkward sound that’s not a laugh at all. I raise my hand but can’t manage to follow-through with an actual wave. I just stick it up like I’m taking an oath. I laugh again, a more authentic laugh that’s laced with panic and self-loathing. “Hey.”

My face is so hot now, I expect to catch on fire at any moment.

Barrett’s brows scrunch further as he peers down at me. “Are you okay, Gwenna?”

I nod, although it makes him tilt a little, back and forth, like the needle of a compass.

“I brought wine,” I whisper, “but…I think I’m going to go.”

The door opens a little more and Barrett steps onto the porch. I feel a dizzying sense of déjà vu. Or maybe I’m just dizzy.

“Why?” He brings a hand up to his eyes, as if the moonlight is too bright.

I cradle the wine closer and frown up at him. Does he think I’m crazy, showing up here unannounced? I blink a few times and notice he looks…weird. Kind of washed out. His cheekbones seem too stark. His dark scruff looks more beardy than normal, and his eyes are wreathed by dark circles.

Worry makes my stomach fizzy. I frown up at him. “Are you sick?”

Instead of answering, he reaches for the wine bottle, and in my buzzed state, I don’t notice that I let him have it until he’s reading the label.

I stuff my hands in my pockets—his jacket pockets—which reminds me why I came here.

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