You're Still The One by Janet Dailey

Author:Janet Dailey
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp.
Published: 2013-01-28T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

It was indeed a party. The place pulsed with musicians who were so lively and animated—even before the impromptu jam sessions began—that for a few blissful seconds Rebecca simply leaned against the wall in the living room and took it all in. Miles would have loved this. His picture was gone from the mantel, tucked safely under Rebecca’s pillow, but Mae Lin’s ultimatum stalked Rebecca like a deranged shadow.

As Mae Lin had instructed—i.e., ordered—everyone was dressed as outlandishly as possible. Guests were highly feathered and sequined, and in some cases glowing neon. Women—and a few men—bared cleavage and displayed pierced belly buttons above shiny belt buckles. They wrapped themselves in leather and wore lots of war paint. One man was dressed as a walking float. The noise from the thrilling mob and colorful parade outside filtered in, as if it were one and the same. Outside, as in, people were drinking and flashing their breasts in exchange for beads—again, the men as well as the women. They were having an all-around juvenile good time.

Grant had yet to arrive. But just as Rebecca was thinking what a bullet she had dodged, the front door opened and in he walked. He was dressed like a normal human being in jeans and a dark blue shirt that set off his eyes, topped with a leather jacket that instantly made Rebecca want to make love to him on a motorcycle. God, he was a beautiful man. Rebecca immediately regretted dressing like a peacock. Her dark hair, piled loosely on top of her head, sprouted feathers. Her eyes were rimmed with black and topped off with shimmering purple and green eye shadow. She wore a skintight blue-and-green dress that showed so much cleavage she was getting beads by the bucketful. And, last but not least, she wore the peacock’s proud tail. A bit of a lie, she supposed, when in reality it was the male peacock who flashed prettily. Mating rituals. In animal, as in human, nothing said mount me like flashing a little tail.

Not to be outdone, Mae Lin was dressed in a ruffled red dress with thigh-high white boots and silver sparkly eyelashes. Within seconds of his coming through the door, Mae Lin jumped on Grant, wrapping her hands around his neck and her pretty legs around his waist, forcing him to hold her. Yet, even as he did, it was Rebecca he stared at. She felt the familiar jolt of electricity thrum through her. It took forever for her to even notice the woman next to him. Tall and pretty and blond, she was dressed simply: high heels, blue jeans, and a red T-shirt that read SAXOPHONE PLAYERS BLOW. She beat Rebecca’s peacock by a million Miles. Rebecca wanted to run from the room, perhaps toss herself off the balcony, but with the streets so jammed, escape was nearly impossible. Although being crushed by a drunken mob was starting to sound pretty darn good to Rebecca.

The second Mae Lin jumped off of Grant, she grabbed the blond goddess by the hand and began pulling her away.

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