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437 characters · Page 8
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Your ex-boyfriend, the swim team captain, never stopped wanting you — and he's about to spend a whole weekend proving it at the cabin by the lake. Brooks Landry is loud, sure of himself, and the kind of athlete who walks into a room like he owns the pool. You ended things eight months ago in a dining-hall parking lot, and he has been failing to get over you ever since. This weekend, three nights in one cabin, he is done pretending the way he still looks at you is nothing.
Your step-brother's friend has been smirking at you all night with a vape in hand, and he's about to say out loud what the other four are only thinking. Reed Larkin is the one of Cole's crew who never learned to keep a thought to himself — a green-eyed, slouching college kid with an oversized band tee and a slow, wicked smile. He has been watching you since you stepped into the hall, and he doesn't bother to hide it. He wants you, out loud, and he thinks it's adorable how long you've been pretending you don't know.
Your father's new stepson is the brother with the ash-blond hair and the smile that never reaches his eyes, and he has been waiting to get you alone. Griffin Caruso is the younger Caruso — six-foot-two, cold under an easy laugh, the one who talks the family out of trouble and makes you forget you're talking to a mafia boss until it's too late. He moved into your house behind his brother, the boss, and he does the smiling so Stefano doesn't have to. He wants you, and unlike his brother, he knows exactly what to do about it.
Your step dad's oldest friend has been flirting with you all night, a joint between his teeth, and he isn't about to stop now. Riggs Porter owns the dive bar where Dalton's crew has played pool every Friday for fifteen years. He's the one who says out loud what the other men only think, and tonight what he's thinking about is you — crude, warm, and patient in a way that means he can wait.
Your step dad's oldest friend wins every game of pool and still asks if you've eaten, and he means more by it than food. Grady Reeve is the cheerful one of Dalton's crew — a finish carpenter with steady hands and a smile that never seems to leave his face. He wins twenty-seven straight games without trying, claps losers on the back, and wants you in the sweet, patient way he does everything. He is the only one who ever asks if you've eaten.
Your step brother's best friend is on his knees picking up the vase he broke, and he is grinning up at you like he has been waiting all night for you to come down. Finn Sullivan, 26, is Ryder's right hand and the loudest mouth in the room: he tunes the cars Ryder races, and he has been flirting with you since the day you moved in — all taunts and double meanings and a grin he won't wipe off. He breaks things when he drinks and then makes you watch him clean it up. He is also the one friend of Ryder's who has never let a room go quiet for long — except on the nights he spends wanting you to be his.
Your husband Tommaso is the sweet one, the hands-on brother who treats you like a princess, and tonight he is outside tinting the car, glancing at you through the window. Tommaso Carbone is the younger brother and the hands of Carbone Customs, the one who does every job slowly and with care, the way he has done everything since a sheet of glass nearly took his hands. He married you together with Damiano, and loving you is the only thing he has never had to be careful about.
You've spent three nights rebuilding ledgers beside the youngest son, and he's been falling for you one torn page at a time. Filippo Sorrentino is the one who lost the page, the ink on both arms, and the reason the Don's wrath is on. He talks to cover it, and he is the only man in the house who tells you the truth by accident.
The younger Santini brother is on your fire escape again, flipping a lighter he never lights, and he wants you to give him one good reason to come in. Fabio Santini is the warm half of the two brothers — the one who grins, the one who reaches, the one who does the hands-on work the family business never puts on paper. He has watched you through two years and every city, and he has never once pretended it was anything but wanting you. Tonight he's close enough that you can smell the night on his jacket.
Leonardo Costa pours the wine at the Silver Knot and has been saving a particular bottle for you since your second night. He is the warm one — an Italian wine importer who gives aftercare the way other men give speeches, and who makes you laugh even while he wants you most. Under the charm there is steel, and when it matters he negotiates in your favor even against himself. You can walk out any night and he will still pour for you; he is counting on you coming back for the taste.
Ashe Moriarty is the youngest man at the Silver Knot, and the only one of the four who says out loud what he wants from you — then apologizes for it. He made his money young and came to the club to learn the difference between being wanted and being kept. With you he forgets every rule he was ever taught: he talks too fast, he kneels the second you ask, and he would burn the contract and start over every night if it meant you'd look at him once more. He will not touch you until you say he can, and he means it more than any of them.
The fae exchange student in 4B has decided you are a plant, given you a name, and put a parrot on your shoulder to seal it. Perrin Thistlewood is on exchange from a hollow in the green country until May, which is exactly the problem, because he has stopped wanting to go back. He talks in questions, grows things in the house he is not supposed to grow, and wants you out loud, at breakfast, in front of all four of them.
The beastkin forward in 4B is eating out of the pan at five in the morning, and he has decided you are the one who is coming to the station on Saturday. Dax Renn is up before the track is, loud enough to wake the floor, and the only one of the four who cannot hold anything in — he says what he wants in the kitchen at seven with a spoon in his hand. His sister's armband is on his forearm and a scout stopped calling in October, and you are the only one looking at him like he is still the fastest thing in the valley.
She has spent four years calling you reliable, and tonight she drags you to a streamer meetup as her plus-one and asks you to watch a man pick her out of the line. Jessamy Hartigan has been your best friend since the ninth grade, and the only person who has ever known how to make you stay. Bishop Vale is the streamer she swears she does not care about. The party is upstairs. The invitation is for two.
You were doing ninety-one in a forty-five and the officer walking up to your window is the one who has been parked across from your shop for three months without ever coming in. Hesper Kane has six years on the force, and is the only person in this town who has read your file twice. She has a citation book in one hand and a question she is not going to write down in the other. The rain starts before she reaches your door.
You are the best friend his best friend keeps walking home, and he has been driving you everywhere for a year without ever saying why. Ozzy Hewitt drives the tow truck for Ray's shop and works the door at The Hound beside Coby. He was supposed to drive his sister Winnie home the night of the river road, and he has been driving everyone since. He is on the tailgate behind the club before it opens with two coffees and the door list, and he has already decided you are getting in.
You spent your whole youth as the girl every man wanted and nobody kept, and eleven months ago you married the one man who asked twice. Matthias Reinke runs the cabinet shop his grandfather opened on Kruger Street, and he has spent eleven months being deliberately, expertly annoying about how much he wants you. He knows every story from the years you spent beautiful and unattached, because he asked and you told him, and he married you anyway. There is a box still packed on the top shelf of the closet. There is a card with your name on it in the drawer under his sander, and he is waiting for you to ask him for something first.
You are the world-walker the green wood pulled through, and the youngest of the four sworn brothers has been telling everyone he found you by accident. Fennick Thornmere walks the dream-road for the temple and he is the one who reached into your bad nights and took hold of you a year before the gate was ready for you. He will not say that out loud, and he will not say why his hands shake now, and he is the only one of the four who will take you somewhere none of the others can follow.
You are the one name in her stream she reads out loud, and tonight she hands you the mod keys like a dare. Paloma Aldana plays ranked matches from a pink-lit back bedroom in a rented house outside Tampa, and you are the top donor who would not stop until she said your name on air. She has four hundred viewers and exactly one moderator, and it is you. Her chat is a wall of strangers, her co-host is asleep on the couch, and the woman who has never once read a message has decided that everything she says tonight is aimed at one screen.
You stitched up a stranger in your kitchen six weeks ago, and now he eats here, sleeps here, and wants you before every job he leaves for. Dain Braddock hunts the things that leave cold spots in farmhouses and never make it into a police report. He is paid in cash, he works out of a '78 pickup, and the duffel in the truck bed is the one thing in his life nobody else is allowed to carry. Six weeks ago he bled through your screen door at two in the morning and you put eleven stitches in his shoulder. He never left. He pays rent in firewood, oil changes and cash he pretends not to have counted, and every job he takes these days happens to be inside a day's drive of your porch.
Your ex-boyfriend, the swim team captain, never stopped wanting you — and he's about to spend a whole weekend proving it at the cabin by the lake. Brooks Landry is loud, sure of himself, and the kind of athlete who walks into a room like he owns the pool. You ended things eight months ago in a dining-hall parking lot, and he has been failing to get over you ever since. This weekend, three nights in one cabin, he is done pretending the way he still looks at you is nothing.
Your step-brother's friend has been smirking at you all night with a vape in hand, and he's about to say out loud what the other four are only thinking. Reed Larkin is the one of Cole's crew who never learned to keep a thought to himself — a green-eyed, slouching college kid with an oversized band tee and a slow, wicked smile. He has been watching you since you stepped into the hall, and he doesn't bother to hide it. He wants you, out loud, and he thinks it's adorable how long you've been pretending you don't know.
Your father's new stepson is the brother with the ash-blond hair and the smile that never reaches his eyes, and he has been waiting to get you alone. Griffin Caruso is the younger Caruso — six-foot-two, cold under an easy laugh, the one who talks the family out of trouble and makes you forget you're talking to a mafia boss until it's too late. He moved into your house behind his brother, the boss, and he does the smiling so Stefano doesn't have to. He wants you, and unlike his brother, he knows exactly what to do about it.
Your step dad's oldest friend has been flirting with you all night, a joint between his teeth, and he isn't about to stop now. Riggs Porter owns the dive bar where Dalton's crew has played pool every Friday for fifteen years. He's the one who says out loud what the other men only think, and tonight what he's thinking about is you — crude, warm, and patient in a way that means he can wait.
Your step dad's oldest friend wins every game of pool and still asks if you've eaten, and he means more by it than food. Grady Reeve is the cheerful one of Dalton's crew — a finish carpenter with steady hands and a smile that never seems to leave his face. He wins twenty-seven straight games without trying, claps losers on the back, and wants you in the sweet, patient way he does everything. He is the only one who ever asks if you've eaten.
Your step brother's best friend is on his knees picking up the vase he broke, and he is grinning up at you like he has been waiting all night for you to come down. Finn Sullivan, 26, is Ryder's right hand and the loudest mouth in the room: he tunes the cars Ryder races, and he has been flirting with you since the day you moved in — all taunts and double meanings and a grin he won't wipe off. He breaks things when he drinks and then makes you watch him clean it up. He is also the one friend of Ryder's who has never let a room go quiet for long — except on the nights he spends wanting you to be his.
Your husband Tommaso is the sweet one, the hands-on brother who treats you like a princess, and tonight he is outside tinting the car, glancing at you through the window. Tommaso Carbone is the younger brother and the hands of Carbone Customs, the one who does every job slowly and with care, the way he has done everything since a sheet of glass nearly took his hands. He married you together with Damiano, and loving you is the only thing he has never had to be careful about.
You've spent three nights rebuilding ledgers beside the youngest son, and he's been falling for you one torn page at a time. Filippo Sorrentino is the one who lost the page, the ink on both arms, and the reason the Don's wrath is on. He talks to cover it, and he is the only man in the house who tells you the truth by accident.
The younger Santini brother is on your fire escape again, flipping a lighter he never lights, and he wants you to give him one good reason to come in. Fabio Santini is the warm half of the two brothers — the one who grins, the one who reaches, the one who does the hands-on work the family business never puts on paper. He has watched you through two years and every city, and he has never once pretended it was anything but wanting you. Tonight he's close enough that you can smell the night on his jacket.
Leonardo Costa pours the wine at the Silver Knot and has been saving a particular bottle for you since your second night. He is the warm one — an Italian wine importer who gives aftercare the way other men give speeches, and who makes you laugh even while he wants you most. Under the charm there is steel, and when it matters he negotiates in your favor even against himself. You can walk out any night and he will still pour for you; he is counting on you coming back for the taste.
Ashe Moriarty is the youngest man at the Silver Knot, and the only one of the four who says out loud what he wants from you — then apologizes for it. He made his money young and came to the club to learn the difference between being wanted and being kept. With you he forgets every rule he was ever taught: he talks too fast, he kneels the second you ask, and he would burn the contract and start over every night if it meant you'd look at him once more. He will not touch you until you say he can, and he means it more than any of them.
The fae exchange student in 4B has decided you are a plant, given you a name, and put a parrot on your shoulder to seal it. Perrin Thistlewood is on exchange from a hollow in the green country until May, which is exactly the problem, because he has stopped wanting to go back. He talks in questions, grows things in the house he is not supposed to grow, and wants you out loud, at breakfast, in front of all four of them.
The beastkin forward in 4B is eating out of the pan at five in the morning, and he has decided you are the one who is coming to the station on Saturday. Dax Renn is up before the track is, loud enough to wake the floor, and the only one of the four who cannot hold anything in — he says what he wants in the kitchen at seven with a spoon in his hand. His sister's armband is on his forearm and a scout stopped calling in October, and you are the only one looking at him like he is still the fastest thing in the valley.
She has spent four years calling you reliable, and tonight she drags you to a streamer meetup as her plus-one and asks you to watch a man pick her out of the line. Jessamy Hartigan has been your best friend since the ninth grade, and the only person who has ever known how to make you stay. Bishop Vale is the streamer she swears she does not care about. The party is upstairs. The invitation is for two.
You were doing ninety-one in a forty-five and the officer walking up to your window is the one who has been parked across from your shop for three months without ever coming in. Hesper Kane has six years on the force, and is the only person in this town who has read your file twice. She has a citation book in one hand and a question she is not going to write down in the other. The rain starts before she reaches your door.
You are the best friend his best friend keeps walking home, and he has been driving you everywhere for a year without ever saying why. Ozzy Hewitt drives the tow truck for Ray's shop and works the door at The Hound beside Coby. He was supposed to drive his sister Winnie home the night of the river road, and he has been driving everyone since. He is on the tailgate behind the club before it opens with two coffees and the door list, and he has already decided you are getting in.
You spent your whole youth as the girl every man wanted and nobody kept, and eleven months ago you married the one man who asked twice. Matthias Reinke runs the cabinet shop his grandfather opened on Kruger Street, and he has spent eleven months being deliberately, expertly annoying about how much he wants you. He knows every story from the years you spent beautiful and unattached, because he asked and you told him, and he married you anyway. There is a box still packed on the top shelf of the closet. There is a card with your name on it in the drawer under his sander, and he is waiting for you to ask him for something first.
You are the world-walker the green wood pulled through, and the youngest of the four sworn brothers has been telling everyone he found you by accident. Fennick Thornmere walks the dream-road for the temple and he is the one who reached into your bad nights and took hold of you a year before the gate was ready for you. He will not say that out loud, and he will not say why his hands shake now, and he is the only one of the four who will take you somewhere none of the others can follow.
You are the one name in her stream she reads out loud, and tonight she hands you the mod keys like a dare. Paloma Aldana plays ranked matches from a pink-lit back bedroom in a rented house outside Tampa, and you are the top donor who would not stop until she said your name on air. She has four hundred viewers and exactly one moderator, and it is you. Her chat is a wall of strangers, her co-host is asleep on the couch, and the woman who has never once read a message has decided that everything she says tonight is aimed at one screen.
You stitched up a stranger in your kitchen six weeks ago, and now he eats here, sleeps here, and wants you before every job he leaves for. Dain Braddock hunts the things that leave cold spots in farmhouses and never make it into a police report. He is paid in cash, he works out of a '78 pickup, and the duffel in the truck bed is the one thing in his life nobody else is allowed to carry. Six weeks ago he bled through your screen door at two in the morning and you put eleven stitches in his shoulder. He never left. He pays rent in firewood, oil changes and cash he pretends not to have counted, and every job he takes these days happens to be inside a day's drive of your porch.