Blaire jerked open the driver’s-side door and then paused to take a deep breath. It was almost dramatic, or at least it would have been had she known she was being watched. But from the way her shoulders sagged in defeat before she climbed up into the truck, I knew she had no idea that she had an audience.
But then again, maybe she did. I knew nothing about this girl. I only knew that her father was a f**king mooch. He took what my mother and Nan gave him¸ yet he never returned their tokens of affection or love. The man was cold. I had seen it in his eyes. He cared nothing for Nan or my stupid mother. He was using them both.
The girl was beautiful. There was no question about that. But she had also been raised by that man. She could be a master manipulator. Using her beauty to get what she wanted and not caring whom she hurt along the way.
I walked down the steps and toward the truck. She was still sitting there, and I wanted her gone before Grant came out and fell for this act of hers. He’d take her home with him. And she’d use him until she was bored. I wasn’t just protecting my sister; I was protecting my brother from her, too. Grant was an easy target.
She turned, and her eyes collided with mine before she let out a scream. Her red-rimmed eyes sure looked like she’d been crying real tears. No one was out here to see her, so there was the slight possibility that this wasn’t part of an elaborate scam.
I waited for her to do something other than stare at me like I was the stranger when she was on my property. As if she’d read my mind, she swung her gaze back to her steering wheel and made a move to crank the truck.
Nothing.
She started to become frantic in her attempts to get the truck to crank, but from the click I’d heard, I guessed there wasn’t a drop of gas in her tank. Maybe she was desperate. I still didn’t trust her.
The sight of her hitting her steering wheel in frustration was funny. What good was that gonna do if the idiot had run her tank completely empty?
She finally opened the door to the truck and looked up at me. If she wasn’t as damn innocent as she looked, then the girl was a hell of an actress.
“Problems?” I asked.
The look on her face said she didn’t want to tell me that she couldn’t leave. I reminded myself again that this was Abe Wynn’s daughter. The one he had raised. The one he had abandoned Nan for all those years. I would not feel sorry for her.
“I’m out of gas,” she said with a soft voice.
No shit. If I let her go back inside, I was going to have to deal with Nan. If I didn’t, Grant would take care of her. And then she would more than likely take advantage of him.
“How old are you?” I asked. I should have known this already, but damn, I thought she was older than she looked. The big-eyed, scared look on her face made her seem so young. The way she filled out that tank top and jeans was the only sign that she was at least legal.
“Nineteen,” she replied.
“Really?” I asked, not sure I believed her.
“Yes. Really.” The annoyed frown was cute. Dammit. I didn’t want to think she was cute. She was a f**king complication I didn’t need.
“Sorry. You just look younger,” I said with a smirk. Then I let my gaze travel down her body. I didn’t need her thinking I was someone she could trust. I wasn’t. I never would be. “I take that back. Your body looks every bit of nineteen. It’s that face of yours that looks so fresh and young. You don’t wear makeup?”
She didn’t get offended, but her frown grew. Not my desired effect. “I’m out of gas. I have twenty dollars to my name. My father has run off and left me after telling me he’d help me get back on my feet. Trust me, he was the last person I wanted to ask for help. No, I don’t wear makeup. I have bigger problems than looking pretty. Now, are you going to call the police or a tow truck? If I get a choice, I prefer the police.”
Had she really just suggested I call the police? And was that disdain for her dear ol’ dad that I heard in her voice? I was pretty damn sure it was. Maybe he hadn’t been the model father that Nan had imagined in her head from the one short visit she’d made to that house when she was a kid. Sounded like Abe was on her shit list.
“I don’t like your father, and judging from the tone in your voice, neither do you,” I said, letting the idea that maybe she was another casualty of Abe Wynn sink in. He’d abandoned Nan, and it sure as hell sounded like he had abandoned this daughter, too. I was about to do something I would regret. “There is one room that is empty tonight. It will be until my mom gets home. I don’t keep her maid around when she isn’t here—Henrietta only stops by to clean once a week while Mom is on vacation. You can have her bedroom under the stairs. It’s small, but it’s got a bed.”
The look of disbelief and relief on her face almost made the idea of facing Nan worth it. Even though I was pretty damn sure Blaire and Nan had father-abandonment issues in common, I knew Nan would never accept that. She was determined to hate someone, and Blaire was going to take the brunt of her anger.
“My only other option is this truck. I can assure you that what you’re offering is much better. Thank you,” she said tightly.
Fuck. Had I really been about to leave this girl in a truck? That was dangerous. “Where’s your suitcase?” I asked, wanting to get this over with and talk to Nan.
Blaire closed the truck door and walked back to get her suitcase. There was no way her little body was picking that up and lifting it over the bed of the truck. I reached behind her and grabbed it.
She spun around, and the astonished look on her face made me grin. I winked at her. “I can carry your bag. I’m not that big of an ass.”
“Thank you a-again,” she said with a stutter, as those big, innocent-looking eyes locked with mine.
Damn, her eyelashes were long. I didn’t see girls without their makeup often. Blaire’s natural beauty was startling. I would have to remind myself that she was nothing but trouble. That and keep my f**king distance. Maybe I should have let her get her own bag. At least if she thought I was an ass**le, she’d stay away.
“Ah, good, you stopped her. I was giving you five minutes and then coming out here to make sure you hadn’t completely run her off,” Grant said, snapping me out of whatever trance this girl had put me under. Motherfucker, I had to stop this shit now.