The Intuitives by Erin Michelle Sky & Steven Brown

Author:Erin Michelle Sky & Steven Brown [Sky, Erin Michelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781946137029
Publisher: Trash Dogs Media LLC
Published: 2017-07-24T18:30:00+00:00

If Sam wondered where everybody was as she walked through her empty suite toward the hallway, her question was answered when she got to the guys’ suite and found the door propped open.

She poked her head in to find Rush, Sketch, Daniel, and Kaitlyn all sitting on the couch, with Mackenzie sitting behind them on a chair she had pulled in from the kitchen, watching Rush and Kaitlyn play. All five pairs of eyes locked onto her immediately, making her wish she were just about anywhere else in the world, but she took a deep breath and stepped into the room anyway, her heart rising into her throat, her hands in her pockets to keep them from trembling noticeably.

“Hi,” she said lamely.

“Hi, Sam!” Kaitlyn replied. Her voice was as cheerful as ever, but nobody else said a word. “You want to play?” Kaitlyn held her controller out toward Sam, but Rush was already protesting.

“She isn’t invited,” Rush growled.

“Come on, guys,” Kaitlyn protested. “She was just upset.”

“I’m sorry, Sketch,” Sam said quietly. “I didn’t mean what I said. Kaitlyn’s right. I was just upset. But I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

“Her name’s ‘Gears,’” Sketch replied, his eyes watching her closely. The flames twirling around her were still a little bit blue, a little bit slow, but not like before. “And that’s Disco,” he continued, pointing to Daniel.

“OK,” Sam agreed, not knowing what else to say. “I’m still sorry. Are we good? Or am I gonna have to do some kind of penance first?”

“Penance?” Sketch asked, looking at Rush.

“It’s when you have to do something to make up for doing something bad. Like a punishment.” Rush pretended to eye Sam suspiciously, but there was a hint of playfulness behind it. He and his gaming team blew up at each other on a fairly regular basis. As long as she was apologizing, everything was good in his book. “I’d make her earn it if I were you.” He said this with a wink for Sketch, and Sketch grinned back at him.

“Get me some chips,” he said to Sam, who rolled her eyes.

“OK, fine. What kind of chips?” Sam wandered over to the kitchen and opened the pantry door.

“Salt and vinegar.”

“Ugh,” Sam commented, but she took a bag of salt and vinegar chips out of the pantry and brought it to Sketch. She walked behind the couch to hand it to him so she wouldn’t get in the way of the television, leaving her standing next to Mackenzie, who was watching her guardedly, her expression carefully neutral.

“Here,” Sam said, handing Sketch the bag of chips. “Are we good now?”

“Yeah, we’re good,” Sketch said, grinning. As far as he was concerned, anyone who got mad and didn’t try to beat him up was worth being friends with.

“Dude!” Rush exclaimed. “You can’t let girls off that easy, bro! You’re seriously going to let her off the hook for a lousy bag of chips?”

“I like chips,” he said. He ripped the bag open and stuffed a handful in his mouth, and then he looked up at Rush, grinning while he chewed.

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