My Aussie Guy - Liz Lovelock Page 0,52
from my brother who’s standing in the doorway.
“Get up! We’ve got classes in thirty minutes.”
“Yeah, who could miss you yelling down the hall,” Dane bites back as if he’s just been woken up.
I don’t dare breathe.
Please don’t walk into the room, I beg.
“Shut up and get up.” I hear Parker’s laughter.
These guys love to stir each other up.
Sometimes, I think Parker wishes he had gotten a brother instead of me.
The door finally slams shut, and I bounce off the floor like I am spring-loaded.
“Sorry,” Dane whispers as he rushes off the bed and goes to take me into his arms.
Holding out my hands, I stop him. “Don’t. Perhaps this…”—I wave my hand between us—“whatever it is, has run its course. I’m not the kind of girl who deserves to be kicked off the bed and forced to hide on the floor,” I grind out through clenched teeth.
Anger.
That word doesn’t even begin to describe the feelings pulsating through my veins.
Hurt.
There’s so much hurt.
Shame.
I am totally embarrassed.
I blink furiously, pushing away the wetness that wants to cloud my vision.
“No, Pais. Please, don’t do this. I’m so sorry. I panicked.” Dane tries again to pull me into his arms, but I shove him hard in the chest then pick up my shirt and shorts from the floor. They were also pushed to the side by Dane so they wouldn’t be seen by my brother. Everyone else knows about us, although I’m not sure about Jimmy, Willow, or Jane. I don’t know them well enough to include them in my private business.
Pulling my top over my head, I turn to Dane. His eyes widen.
“Look, yes, I’m angry. Maybe you need to think about what it is you really want, and if I’m one of those things, then perhaps we need to make this official… and tell Parker.” His eyes meet mine, but now they’re bordering on rising panic. “I’ll give you some time to think about it.”
Dane doesn’t reply; he simply lets me walk out the door where I dart across to the bathroom opposite Dane’s room. This is my usual escape route.
“Pais?”
I pause mid-step. Turning, my eyes raise to meet Addison’s, and I heave a sigh of relief. At least it’s her, because she knows our secret.
“What are you doing here?” Addison’s voice is low. “Parker’s here.”
Before I can open my mouth, I hear Parker’s voice from behind me. “Hey, Paislee, what are you doing here?”
My heart hammers against my chest.
“Oh, I’m just—”
Addison cuts me off with, “She’s meeting me. I asked her over so we can grab a bite to eat.” Addison smiles sweetly at Parker, who simply shrugs and walks past us.
“Okay, have fun. I’ll see you after classes.”
“See ya,” Addison and I say in unison.
When Parker’s out of earshot, Addison’s heavy stare turns on me.
Dane’s door flies open. “Catch you later,” he says when he drops his gaze and slips around us.
Great, now I’ve made things super awkward.
“Perfect,” I mutter.
Moments ago, everything was great.
Now? I don’t even know where I stand with Dane.
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Prologue
I don’t know how I’ll get through this day. It’s like I’ve been living in my own personal kind of hell over the last two weeks. Since finding out my sister, Abby, is gone, my world is so empty. My heart feels as though it’s been ripped out and stomped on a hundred times over. I never imagined my life without her. She was my best friend, someone I could always trust, and now… she’s gone.
Abby was a friend to everyone. On my bad days, I would find myself feeding off her happy, fun-loving spirit to help build me up. That is, until Jacob Smith came along and ruined her life, and mine.
I knew things were not right with him. Every time I saw him, the uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach set off alarm bells, but Abby was so happy after she met him. She said he treated her like a princess, always sending her flowers and bringing her lovely gifts.
One night when she came home after seeing Jacob, she had a bruised cheek. I questioned her about it, but she told me it was an accident and he didn’t mean it. From that night on, she began to shut