The Kiss Plot (Quicksilver Book 2) by Nicole French

Author:Nicole French [French, Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Raglan Publishing
Published: 2019-06-25T16:00:00+00:00

Eighteen

We trudged back to the main house in silence, no longer touching, not even looking at each other. If those crazed minutes in Brandon’s lab had let out something important, Eric had shoved it back in and locked it up with ten more padlocks.

His head hung as he walked, like a despondent Charlie Brown.

My hands clenched and unclenched, more like a caged animal than ever.

When we entered the kitchen, Skylar took one look at my disheveled appearance, made excuses to her grandmother, and dragged me upstairs to change. All Eric had to do was pat his hair in a few places to look like a catalog model again, but apparently, I resembled Courtney Love after a serious bender.

“I’m not even going to ask,” she said as we entered the giant walk-in closet she and Brandon shared.

I shrugged. I was pissed at Eric all over again, and all sorts of confused, but I felt absolutely no shame about getting my rocks off. I did need to fix myself up, though.

“Your hem is torn,” Skylar remarked wryly, pointing to the wide rent in my skirt. “And your shirt is missing some buttons.”

“That asshole,” I said as I fingered the frayed edge of the limp fabric. Apparently, he really had ripped the clothes from my body. The bias cut on this shirt had taken me weeks to get right. I scowled. I wanted to march downstairs and ram the ruined silk down Eric’s stupid, stubborn throat.

Skylar shook her head. She clearly thought Eric and I were no better than a couple of bonobo chimps.

“Just grab a dress,” she said, gesturing at her side of the closet. “You’re too tall for any of my pants anyway. Or else there are leggings in the bureau on the right if you want to borrow some.”

“This is basically the wardrobe department of The Good Wife,” I remarked as I leafed through the single rack of clothes that didn’t include suits. She had a taste for pencil skirts—the woman must have had at least twenty—but they were definitely not my cup of tea. “Do you own anything without shoulder pads, Mrs. Florrick?”

“Very funny,” Skylar called out from the bed, where she was taking a much-needed load off. “It’s just work clothes. You know how dress code works in court.”

I popped my head out. “Seriously, though. You’re a zillionaire. Where are all the good duds?”

Skylar shrugged. “I like my sweaters and jeans when I’m at home. Brandon and I aren’t like you and Eric. All the furniture in this house doubles as a jungle gym, we prefer upholstery that can hide stains, and no one dresses up unless we absolutely have to.”

I smiled at the idea that there was actually some similarity between Eric and me. I had always considered us such opposites, but we both did like clothes. And our apartment filled with art and fine furnishings. We both liked beauty for beauty’s sake. Always had.

As quickly as it had buoyed me, the idea immediately brought me back down.

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