WE’RE STROLLING UP THE SIDEWALK that leads into the health clinic to retrieve the no-baby pills when a familiar face comes walking out in the other direction.“Alissa, hey!” I say, fully expecting her to smile politely like she always does and greet me back. We were never really close friends or anything, but the two of us having the same major and her living in Teagan’s dorm had us crossing paths a lot over the last few years. She’s a lot more serious about life then either Teagan or I am, but that doesn’t stop her from always being polite.She’s a good girl like that.Alissa looks up at me, her eyes bloodshot and red-rimmed. Her gaze drops to the sidewalk and she makes as if to go right by Teagan and me without a word. It’s then that I notice her belly.“Alissa?” I grab her by the arm as she’s about to walk past me like I’m a stranger with a bad haircut.“Don’t,” she says, pulling away slightly as she keeps on going. I stand there with my mouth hanging open as she walks away.“What
TEAGAN’S ON THE PHONE WITH Rebel and I’m driving Alissa’s Toyota. She’s asleep in the backseat. Apparently, being carjacked is exhausting work for a pregnant person. I keep checking her in the rearview mirror to be sure she’s still breathing. So far, so good.Teagan hangs up her phone and drops it into her purse.“What’d he say?” I ask, glancing at her before going back to looking out the windshield.“He says she can stay with us until we figure something out.”I grin. “Sweetness. Now we just need to figure out how I can wrangle a spot in the apartment for myself and we can live together as one big happy family.”Teagan is looking at me, but I just keep my eyes on the road. I don’t want her making me get all gooey.“You don’t mean that,” she says.“Nah.” I play it off. “I’m cool with the ‘rents. Who’s going to keep Jersey off the cat turds if I move out?”“He’d be fine without you,” Teagan says, censure in her voice. “He’s not your responsibility.”“Anyway, what is the plan for her?”
I DON’T KNOW WHY I expect my life to be easy peasy. Nothing ever goes as planned.“Who’s this?” Mick asks as I walk into the family room with Alissa next tome.Arranging my face to look as cool as possible, I gesture to the couch. “Goahead and have a seat, Alissa. Rebel and Teagan will be right up.” She looks at Mick with a tiny smile and then follows my orders.“Mick, this is Alissa. Alissa, this is Mick. He’s Rebel’s brother.” Mick walks over and holds out a hand. “Nice to meet you.”“You too,” she says, giving him what looks like a very limp handshake. “Can I get you a drink of water or something?” he asks.“Sure,” she says. “That would be nice, thank you.”He turns towards the kitchen and frowns at me when he’s no longer facing Alissa. “Can I talk to you for a sec’, Quin?”I shrug. “Sure.” Alissa’s already been through enough crap for one day. I don’t want to make a scene in front of her by arguing with Mick, so I follow him. Besides, I still need to apologize about twenty times
TEAGAN IS ON SPEAKER-PHONE as I put on my makeup in my bedroom mirror.“So, what did you guys finally decide to do with Alissa?” I ask, putting on my eyeliner. I’m going with the smokey-eye look tonight. I figure since this will probably be our one and only date, I might as well play it up right. Mick is going to be speechless with lust. I wonder if I’m going to leave him hanging or indulge a little. Talking about Alissa kind of makes me lean in favor of not.“She’s going to stay here until further notice. She doesn’t want to talk much, though, so it’s kind of frustrating.”“What do you mean she doesn’t want to talk much?” I smudge the liner under my right eye. Perfection. I grin all vixen-like at my reflection. Mick is so going down.“She won’t say anything about the father or what his reaction is to the whole thing, so I have no idea if he’s even in the picture or knows what’s going on. And she says very little about her parents, other than they’re ultra religious and she’s now cons
COLIN IS DRIVING IN A direction I’m not familiar with.“So what’s the deal? What was so important at work that Mick couldn’t pick me up?”“Car has to be delivered tonight. Last minute thing.” Colin seems distracted. He’s focusing really hard on the road which makes me suspicious. He’s usually way more interested in charming pants off, or at least trying to.I take my phone out of my purse and stare at the screen. No messages. Wouldn’t Mick have texted me if he were going to be late? I look over at his brother. I guess not. Maybe Mick is one of those anti-technology people, so he used old-fashioned personal interaction to send his message.“When will he be done?” I ask. “Soon. Probably real soon.”I remain silent for a few more minutes as Colin navigates the streets. It’s just too weird to be in a car with him driving and me not knowing our destination, so I can’t keep my mouth shut for long. “Where are we going exactly?”“You’ll see.”My phone buzzes in my hand and I turn it over to l
“COLIN!” AN OLDER WOMAN SAYS in a very smokey voice. She’s just on the border of sounding like a frog; one thousand more cigarettes and she’ll be there. “So nice of you to come. Please, please, come in and meet our guests.”My jaw drops open as I take in the scene around me. All I can think is, Damn, good thing I did the smokey eye look tonight. Every single person in the art gallery is wearing black … every single person except Colin and me, that is. He’s in jeans and a t-shirt and I’m in my red top and bedazzled blue shorts that cost me a chunk of babysitting change. I would fit in perfectly at a date consisting of dinner and a movie with a hot mechanic. Here, I look like the cleaning crew. I sigh, knowing I either need to slink around in the shadows or just own this thing. I decide on the latter and raise my chin just a fraction of an inch.The cigarette lady smiles at me indulgently. “And who is your friend?” “This is Quin. She’s my brother’s girl and my biggest fan.”I’m too shoc
MICK WALKS IN, HIS EASY glide unmistakable for the warning it carries. He’s on a mission. He looks right at me and freezes for a few seconds, his jaw muscle twitching and his expression going cold. It makes me want to disappear. Where is Jersey’s damn magic cape or spell or whatever it is that makes him invisible when I need it, anyway?“Is he here?” Mick asks, talking to the Rebel, his eyes scanning the space for his brother.“Yeah. Just relax.” Rebel shifts Teagan gently over to his left, freeing up the other side of his body where Mick is standing.Teagan puts her hand on Rebel’s arm. “You’re not going to fight in here, are you?”He shakes his head.I can see why Teagan is so gah-gah over him. He really does look like her long-time crush, Dolph Lundgren, and he’s totally taken control of the situation without even doing anything yet.“Colin!” Mick yells out into the room, making me immediately question my assessment of who’s actually calling the shots in his family unit. Usually Re
“TELL US WHAT HAPPENED,” REBEL says. His face holds no expression; I cannot tell if he’s for me or against me, so I assume the worst. It makes it hard for me to speak.I swallow with effort and finally begin the story after a couple false starts. “I was waiting for Mick to come get me, and then Colin showed up. He said he was there for Mick because Mick was going to be late.”Mick hisses out an angry breath, addressing his brother. “I fucking told you.” He shifts his attention to me. “Why’d you get in the car with him? You know he’s full of shit.”My back goes up in defense. “No, I don’t know that, actually.”I look at Teagan for support, but all she’s doing is seeing how close she can get her damn eyebrows to her hairline.“Don’t look at me,” she says.Disgusted with her playing the pansy, I glare at Mick. “Colin has never been anything but a gentleman with me.”“Except for the fact that gentlemen don’t kidnap people,” interjects Teagan.“Oh, so now you’re joining the party,” I say,