Wanted (Most Wanted 1)

Goddammit, don't.

I sucked in air, then saw a saleswoman in the shoe department glance my way. I froze, suddenly terrified, then dropped the bracelets back on the display table. There was an exit just twenty or so yards away, and I willed my feet to move me in that direction, because I needed to get clear before I collapsed.

Because I was absolutely certain that the collapse was coming.

It was about the hardest thing I'd ever done, but I managed to make it out of the store before my legs gave out. I sank to the ground, my back to the cool stone facade, my tailored linen slacks probably getting ruined on the filthy sidewalk.

Tourists and locals hurried by me, some ignoring me completely, others glancing warily my direction. I barely saw them through the blur of tears and the red haze of confusion and loss and regret.

Maybe I'd managed to get my shit together in there, yes, but I wouldn't exactly call it a victory. I was a mess. A horrible, raging, fucked up mess. And all I could think about was the way Evan had held me. The way he'd soothed me. The way he'd kept the nightmares at bay. And, more, the way that I was certain he would keep all my demons at bay. The ones that haunted my nights as well as the ones that crept up on me during the days.

He was what I craved. More, he was what I needed.

But I couldn't have him. And that one simple truth would end up breaking me.

It took a few hours to pull myself together, and I spent the time wandering aimlessly down the Magnificent Mile and the intersecting streets. Even then, I still didn't feel clear. I needed to get it out, to talk about what was churning around inside of me. I needed familiarity and forward motion.

Naturally, I called Kat.

I didn't confess to almost stealing the bracelets, but I did tell her that I was a mess--and that it was Evan who'd gotten me there. Evan and my father and Kevin, too. The whole nasty business that was bubbling up into a big, molten, explosive mess.

And, in true BFF fashion, she'd known exactly what to do--a girls' night in.

We'd made cupcakes, licked the mixing bowl, drank beer, and talked about nonsense, all of which had brought me down to the level of feeling human. And maybe even slightly centered.

Now we were kicked back in Jahn's media room, fresh beers in our hands and a plate of warm cupcakes between us. Kat had control of the remote because my uncle's entertainment system baffled me, and she'd been scrolling through iTunes, looking for something to rent. Now she put the remote in the cupholder and shifted to face me more directly, every bit of her body language shouting that we were about to move from general comfort to a Serious Conversation.

"Not a safe bet?" Kat said, repeating what I'd told her about Evan's parting comment. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Beats me," I said, which wasn't entirely accurate. I'd juxtaposed Evan's words against Kevin's accusations, and it hadn't taken a massive mental leap to reach the conclusion that Kevin must be right. Evan, Cole, and Tyler were into something. I just didn't know what.

"Oh, come on," Kat said. "You've known him for forever."

"Hardly," I said. "I met him when I was sixteen."

"Like I said. Forever. You must have some idea of why he'd say that about himself."

"Fine," I said. "I've been around him forever. I've been in lust with him forever. But 'being around' and 'being in lust' don't translate into knowing his deep dark secrets, you know? I mean, I don't even know where he lives."

"Seriously? What about Cole? Do you know anything about him?"

I glanced sideways at her, but she just shrugged.

"Not really," I said. "Not about any of them. They were friends with Jahn, not me. I was still in high school when we met, and I was only in Chicago for a few weeks each summer. I mostly hung out with a sketch pad and pretended to draw when Evan and Cole and Tyler came over. And if I did talk, it wasn't exactly a conversation full of deep emotional resonance. I mean, we talked about school or movies or whatever Jahn was cooking on the grill, you know?"

"Yeah, but then you went to college and somewhere along the way he got a little hot for you. Which means this has to have been bubbling along for a while, right?"

All things considered, I had to agree that she was probably right. Somewhere along the way, Evan had become as hot for me as I was for him. "Yeah, but I was totally clueless," I told her. "Even though I was living full-time near the city, I think I saw the guys even less once I started Northwestern. I wasn't living with Jahn and my school schedule was nuts. I saw them on a few weekends, but it wasn't like a regular thing."

She sighed. "It's so romantic," she said, with an affected lilt to her voice. "You were like completely blacked out ships passing in the night."

I rolled my eyes. "I know some stuff. I know he likes his steaks medium rare because that's how he made them when we grilled out. And I know he likes opera because he went with Jahn a few times. And some Finnish heavy metal band because he and Cole were psyched to get tickets. But I don't have a clue what toothpaste he uses, what his favorite class was in college, what his first pet was named, or if he committed a felony last week."

"A felony?"

I waved the word away as if it meant nothing. I had yet to tell Kat about Kevin's allegations. I'm not sure why I was so reticent, but I think it was because I'd begun to believe them.

The truth was, Evan could very well have dark secrets that were completely hidden from me. After all, when you got right down to it, except for bits of trivia picked up in Jahn's living room and backyard, I didn't know a whole lot more about him than everyone else in Chicago knew.

He might not have been as much of a public figure as my dad, but his position and charitable donations had made him a local celebrity, and I'd devoured every article written about him. All of them talked about his tragic past. How his father had died in a fire that had also injured his little sister, Melissa. How Evan had worked his ass off during high school to help his mother make ends meet and to cover the medical bills, taking any and every job he could find and thereby honing the job skills and tenacity that served him well during his entrepreneurial climb.

But none of that meant that I understood why he'd call himself a bad bet.

"Does it really matter?" Kat said when I told her as much. "It's not like you're the kind of girl who wants a safe bet, anyway. What?" she asked innocently when I crossed my arms and raised my brow. "I'm just saying that you like a little excitement in your life. Nothing wrong with that."

"It doesn't matter anyway. I'm not going to be around long enough for anything to come of it."

Her brows puckered. I'd told her about my plan to move to Washington, and to say she was less than enthusiastic would be an understatement. "You're really sure about this?"

"It's what I went to school for."

"That's not an answer."

I sighed and snagged one of the cupcakes. I dragged my finger through the frosting, then licked it off as I considered what to say. That's the problem with having a friend who understands you. Sometimes they understand you too well.

"Yes," I said. "I'm sure. It's a good job in a field I understand. I grew up in politics. I have the degree." It will make my parents happy. Only I didn't say that last part. Instead, I shrugged. "It makes sense. I mean, not everyone can know exactly what they want to be when they grow up. Some of us fall into careers by default."

Kat took a long swallow from her Heineken. "Oh, I don't have a career plan. Just a goal."

"Rich," we said together, and then laughed.

"So how's that working out for you so far?" I asked.

"Apparently the road to riches isn't paved with coffee filters. At least not unless you're the dude who invented Starbucks. But I have some irons in the fire."

"Really? Tell me."

She waved it off. "Nothing to talk about. Just some stuff my dad's putting together."

I frowned, but didn't say anything. Fro

m what she'd told me of her dad, he was hardly someone to emulate. Then again, the guy did have a house in Winnetka and a condo in Palm Beach, so maybe he knew his stuff.

"You need to totally do him," Kat said.

"Excuse me?" I wrinkled my nose, then realized she was still talking about Evan. "I think he put the brakes on that plan."

"Just once or you'll regret it. Besides, your uncle only said he wasn't the guy for you, right? Not that you couldn't fuck him. After all, it's not like you're marrying him."

I took a sip of my beer. "You have a very convoluted way of thinking," I told her. "I like it."

She laughed. "Years of dedicated practice. And I know you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

She shrugged. "Just that you get off on the thrill. He's put on the brakes? Big deal. That just makes him more of a challenge. And a lot more interesting challenge than snagging a couple of earrings."

I leaned back in my seat. "I don't do that anymore," I said, purposefully staring at the white movie screen instead of Kat because I didn't want her to see the truth in my eyes. Didn't want her to see how close I'd come just a few hours ago. "I told you." I hadn't told her why. Hadn't told her about the arrest. For one, I hadn't wanted to get into it. For another, I'd been damned embarrassed at getting caught. But most important, Jahn had moved heaven and earth to get my record clear, because I was so freaked out about my transgression soiling my dad's pristine reputation and ruining his shot at the vice presidency.

Which means I wasn't about to tell anyone. Not even my best girlfriend.

More than that, the fact that I'd come so close today only underscored just how much of a wreck I was.

I thought of Evan. Of the peace I'd felt in his arms. Of the way I'd slept through the night with no nightmares nipping at my heels.

I so desperately wanted to be soothed like that again. I was centered right now, but I was balancing on a fence, and it would only take the slightest push to send me tumbling over.

I wanted the man. Needed him, even. And that only made the pain of his rejection that much keener.

Beside me, Kat was oblivious to my mental meanderings. Even so, she'd reached pretty much the same conclusion. "The point is that you'd get off on the thrill of having a guy like Evan Black in your bed."