Chapter 182

Jerome and I come back a few hours later after an afternoon

of light chat. We kept it easy, neither of us wanting to address

the elephant between us. Instead, we talk mostly about horses.

When we enter the house we’re too busy laughing, the dregs of

our milkshakes still in our hands, to notice Kent standing in the

hallway staring at us.

Jerome notices first, stopping in his tracks and clearing his throat,

the smile dropping from his face. Kent says nothing, just slowly puts his hands in his pockets and shifts his weight to his back foot, giving us both a long stare.

Something about it – I don’t know what, maybe the arrogance in his stance, or the way that he stopped us both in our tracks just by standing there – makes me roll my eyes. Despite everything – all of the trauma of the afternoon, and the crazy intimidation I felt on the third floor last night – Kent’s macho bullshit still makes me want to

push back.

“My dad wasn’t in the mood to feed me,” I report calmly, “so Jerome took me to get cheeseburgers and milkshakes. You want some?” Innocently, I hold my milkshake out to him, straw first.

Kent’s eyes flick to the milkshake and then back up to my face. “No, Fay,” he responds, his voice low. Then he nods to Jerome, dismissing him. Jerome is gone before I can even see him move,

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Kent says, prowling close enough

I refuse to move an inch. “He says you were… disrespectful.” Slowly, he raises a hand to my face, his

  1. I flinch. Kent drops

the feeling that you’re giving me the PG version of

didn’t think you’d like it very much if I told you that he called you a conceited, spoiled,

tugs at my lips as

see Kent give me one in return.

over at the sight of

him. And that I quite liked doing

want to please him

suddenly, I am hit with flashes of the

of how frightened I was when he moved his

touching places no one has touched before. And I flinch away, knowing – deep down – that

Not

his voice oddly choked as I take a step back from him, looking at the

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say, buying time as I step to the side and work to move past him. “I’m just going to go

a hand on my waist in

look up at him. “Please,” he says,

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