"Are you... are you friends with Rush or uh, Nannette?" I asked remembering the name Grant had used to introduce us the first night.
Woods shrugged, "Nan and I have a complicated friendship. Rush and I have known each other our entire lives." Woods hand slid behind my back. "I'm betting like hell Nan isn't a fan of yours, though."
I wasn't sure. We hadn't really had any contact since that first night. "We don't really know each other."
Woods frowned, "Really? That's odd."
"Woods! You're here," a female squealed as she entered the room. He turned his head to see a red headed girl with long thick curls and a curvy body barely covered with black satin. This would be his distraction. I started to step away and go back toward the kitchen. My moment of bravery was now gone.
Woods hand clamped down on my hip, firmly holding me in place. "Laney," was all that Woods said in response. Her big brown eyes shifted from him to me. I watched helplessly as she took in his hand settled on my hip. This was not what I wanted. I needed to fit in.
"Who is she?" the girl snapped her eyes now glaring at me.
"This is Blaire. Rush's new sister," Woods replied in a bored tone.
The girl's eyes narrowed and then she laughed. "No, she isn't. She's wearing a cheap ass dress and even cheaper shoes. This girl, whoever she says she is, is lying to you. But then you were always weak when it came to a pretty face, weren't you, Woods?"
I really should have stayed in my room.
Chapter Seven
"Why don't you go back to the party and find some stupid male to sharpen your claws on, Laney?"
Woods moved toward the door where the majority of the party was going on with his hand still firmly on my hip forcing me to go with him.
"I think I should just go to my room. I shouldn't have come out here tonight," I said, trying to stop our entrance into the party. I didn't need to walk in there with Woods. Something told me it was a bad idea.
"Why don't you show me to your room? I'd like to escape too."
I shook my head. "Not enough room for both of us."
Woods laughed and bent his head to say something in my ear as my eyes locked with Rush's silver gaze. He was watching me closely. He didn't look happy. Had his invite today been out of courtesy and not truly intended? Had I misunderstood?
"I need to leave. I don't think Rush wants me here." I turned to look up at Woods and stepped out of his embrace.
"Nonsense. I'm sure he is entirely too busy to worry about what you're doing. Besides, why wouldn't he want you at his other sister's party?"
There was that sister thing again. Why had Grant told me that Rush had no siblings? Nan was obviously his sister.
"I, uh, well, he doesn't actually claim me as family. I'm just the unwanted relative of his mother's new husband. I'm actually just here for a couple more weeks until I can move out on my own. I'm not a wanted resident in this house." I forced a smile, hoping Woods would get the picture and let me go.
"There is nothing about you that is unwanted. Even Rush isn't that damn blind," Woods said closing in on me again as I backed away.
"Come here, Blaire." Rush's demanding tone came from behind me as a large hand slipped around my arm and pulled me back against him. "I didn't expect you to come tonight." The warning in his tone told me I had misunderstood his invite. He hadn't truly meant it.
"I'm sorry. I thought you said I could come," I whispered embarrassed that Woods was hearing this. And others were watching it. The one time I decide to be brave and step out of my shell and this happens.
"I hadn't expected you to show up dressed like that," he replied with a deadly calm. His eyes were still directed at Woods. What was so wrong with my clothes? My mom had sacrificed for me to have this dress and I'd never gotten to wear it. Sixty dollars was a lot of money for us when she'd bought it. I was sick of this stupid bunch of spoiled brats acting like I was dressed in something repulsive. I loved this dress. I loved these shoes. My parents had been happy and in love once. These shoes were a part of that. Damn them all to hell.
I jerked free of Rush and headed back to the kitchen. If he didn't want me in here for his friends to laugh at then he should have said so. Instead, he'd made me feel like a fool.
"What is your f**king problem, man?" Woods asked angrily. I didn't look back. I hoped they got in a fight. I hoped Woods busted Rush's obnoxiously perfect nose. I doubted it because although Rush was one of them he looked rougher around the edges.
"Blaire, wait," Grant called out and I wanted to ignore him but right now he was the closest thing I had to a friend here. I slowed down when I reached the hallway away from all the onlookers and let Grant catch up to me.
"That wasn't what you think in there," Grant said, coming up behind me. I wanted to laugh. He was very blinded where his brother was concerned.
"Doesn't matter. I shouldn't have come. I should have known he hadn't meant that invitation. I wish he'd just told me to stay in my room like he wanted me to. I don't understand word games," I snapped and stalked into the kitchen and straight to the pantry.