Little Lies by Lila Bruce

Author:Lila Bruce [Bruce, Lila]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-10-14T03:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

The first time Dylan ever kissed a girl Stevie Nicks was singing on the radio.

It was the weekend before her senior year of high school and Dylan’s parents, off on one of their never ending trips, had left her at the boarding school in Massachusetts—the one they’d hoped would finally get her “straightened out”—for the summer. She’d known for some time that she preferred girls to boys, but had never been able to muster up the courage to act on the desires that she knew made her different from most of the other girls at school. But a summer spent hanging around with Jenny Brewer—with her infectious laughter, curly blonde hair, and just the hint of a Texas twang—had Dylan deep in the throes of a teenage crush.

Dylan, after a day spent swimming at the lake, had misread the signals she was getting from Jenny and leaned in for a kiss as they lay on a blanket under the stars, listening to the radio and talking about future dreams. As kisses go, it was quick and awkward, and—Dylan had realized almost instantly—a horrible mistake. Dylan could still remember the look in Jenny’s eyes as she recoiled—a mixture of fear, confusion, and something akin to betrayal. It was the same look that she’d seen in Lia’s eyes when she helped her up off the grass after the fiasco that had gone down at the house. Oddly enough, just like Jenny fifteen years earlier, Lia had followed the look up with a mean right hook.

Wringing out a coarse brown paper towel under a cool stream of water, Dylan sighed.

“Oh good, I see the suit fit you.”

Dylan glanced up at Agent Boone’s reflection in the bathroom mirror. Between the third degree grass stain she’d gotten on the knees of her khaki pants and the rather large blood stain on her favorite blue polo shirt, Dylan had left Lia’s front yard looking like she’d gone a few rounds with Muhammad Ali. Luckily—or at least that’s what Dylan kept trying to tell herself—Boone had a spare pantsuit in the van and was, more or less, Dylan’s size.

“Enough to get by,” Dylan said, nodding. She cocked her head to one side. “Not to look a gift horse in the mouth or anything, but do you always, uh…you know—have pantsuit, will travel?”

Boone smiled. “Always be prepared, isn’t that what they say?” She made a gesture with the small, leather bound notebook she held in one hand. “How’s the lip?”

“It’s stopped bleeding, more or less.” As if to argue the point, a bright red droplet of blood escaped the ring-sized cut in Dylan’s lower lip and fell into the white porcelain sink. Okay, so maybe less.

“I still think you should have gone to the hospital with Brock to get checked out.”

Dylan cut off the faucet and turned around, holding the paper towel to her lip while she leaned back against the sink in the Oakmont Police Department’s women’s restroom. “Please, it’s barely a scratch.”

“Well, it would help to have an official record of the injury when we file assault charges against Broderick.

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