White Raven by J.L. Weil

Author:J.L. Weil [Weil, J.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-03-26T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Two things happened on Fourth of July. My father texted me to wish me a “Happy 4th.” A month. I’d been here a freaking month and that was all he had to say. So personal. Father of the year.

And Zoe invited me over to her house for Sunday dinner.

It would be the first time since Zane had been given the boot that I would see him face-to-face. He had vanished the last five days. Poof. Just gone. He was making himself scarce on purpose. For whatever reason, he’d reneged on giving me the answers I desperately wanted.

A splash of sunlight streamed across my bedroom floors, and my iPod was blaring as I wiggled into a pair white jean shorts. With one hand behind my head and another out in front of me, I attempted what was supposed to be the sprinkler. A dance move that I only performed behind closed doors. It was a pathetic attempt, but I didn’t care. This was the first time in a week, more like a year, I had done something silly, just for fun. The sprinkler wasn’t the only poorly executed dance I butchered. There also was the dougie, and my personal favorite, the wobble.

A shred of the giddiness I was feeling was partly because I would see Zane, a dangerous feeling when it came to him.

There was a laugh that sounded behind me over the music, just barely audible. I might not have heard it if it also hadn’t been accompanied by tingles skipping over my skin. I glanced in the mirror and saw my worst nightmare and my dream come true.

Zane.

Thank God I had a shirt on. Whipping around, my eyes narrowed. “What the hell are you doing here?” I squeaked, cheeks flaming. My eyes gobbled him up from top to bottom, convinced his entire wardrobe was jeans and black shirts.

He had the stupidest grin on his face. “Don’t let me stop you.”

I awarded him the stink eye. “Don’t make me slam the door in your face.” Grabbing the iPod, I cut off Panic at the Disco in the middle of “Ballad of Mona Lisa.” It was one of my favorites.

God. How long had he been there?

He leaned a shoulder on the doorframe, enjoying the show. “Her Majesty let me in.”

My face shot up. “What?” The iPod slipped from my fingers, crashing to the floor. “Shit,” I muttered, bending down and examining the cracked screen. There went my tunes, and my sanity.

“Nice job, butterfingers.”

“Why would she do that?” I asked, pushing to my feet and dumping the useless device back on the dresser. “She had made it very clear that I was not to have anything to do with you. That woman has no scruples.” She was messing with my head.

Picking up one of my perfume bottles, he took a sniff. “Trust me, I wouldn’t be allowed to step a pinky toe in this room if Zander wasn’t involved.”

I blinked. How the…? I hadn’t even seen him move. “What does your brother have to do with anything?” Bringing up Zander only scrambled my thought process.

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