“When you take my heart, I give you my soul, but baby, you screwed up and let me go! Whoa, Whoa, Whoa.” Kiersten belted it louder. “You let me go, go, go, baby, no no, whoa. I should have known things would get sticky when I wanted you to be with me and only me, but no, no, no.”
Wes’s eyebrows shot up as he sent me a knowing look.
Yeah, yeah, bastard. Thanks, caught that.
Saylor fell against Kiersten laughing when Kiersten started doing the exact choreography from the music video. I was almost tempted to join. But pretty sure that would give me away.
No man should know that choreography.
Well, that, and Wes would shit his pants. That was so not the way to tell people the truth. Just bust a move like a white guy who actually knew how to dance and break out into song.
Dark hair or light. It wouldn’t matter. They’d see right through my disguise. It always amazed me how much people only saw what they wanted. They saw tattoos and thought bad ass. They saw muscles and dark long hair and thought I was a total loser.
They had no flipping clue that I’d had straight A’s my entire life.
That until a starlet seduced me — I’d promised myself for marriage.
That at night I used to cry when my parents wouldn’t let me stay up late and write music.
Beer. Hell, I needed beer or something stronger than bottled water. But the joke was on me — because this was not the type of place to flash my ID.
Dark gritty bars with bartenders who didn’t even know their own names? Couldn’t care less.
Nice restaurants with a peppy college student as your waitress? Yeah. Not smart.
“She’s coming!” Kiersten hushed everyone and turned down the lights.
The door clicked open. High heels clamored against the floor as a figure was silhouetted in the doorway.
In perfect timing, we all jumped up and screamed in unison. “Surprise!”
The lights flared to life.
And I knew, in that moment, my life was officially over.
“Hi, son.” My dad had his arm wrapped around Lisa. Her cheeks were stained with a mixture of tears and black mascara. “I don’t know why I never thought to locate your ex-girlfriend first and track you that way. Oh…” He turned to Lisa and kissed her on her cheek. She tried
to jerk away from his touch but he held her firm. “Happy Birthday, Mel.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
You can tell a lot just by reading the expression in a person’s eyes — and Gabe’s… it was the same expression a trapped animal gets before it’s shot in the head. His dad was the hunter — and Gabe was the deer. His time was up. And I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to feel sorry for him or horrified at the revelation. He was a stranger to me. A complete and total stranger. —Saylor
Gabe
“Let her go.” My nostrils flared as I stalked toward my dad, a man that, if I had it my way, was about to get thrown into Puget Sound and held under the dark murky water until he stopped fighting back. “Now.”
“What?” Dad’s face was indifferent. It always was. It was part of the reason I hated him. Because I got my talent to act — directly from him. One minute he was the happiest man in the world, the next, you’d think he was working for the mafia or high on drugs. “No hug?”
“Hell, no.” I spat. “Let her go.”
With a cruel smile, he pushed Lisa away into Kiersten’s waiting arms. Wes strode over and stood in front of the girls. At least I knew if there was a fight we’d win. My dad didn’t stand a chance.
Then again, he’d just sue the shit out of us if he survived and I wasn’t about to let my best friend go to prison for murder, so yeah. We were screwed.
“New tattoo?” Dad motioned to my neck.
Damn, but I felt every muscle strain in my body. Begging for a fight.