The Certainty of Deception by Jeanne McDonald

Author:Jeanne McDonald [McDonald, Jeanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00LKKKYOQ
Published: 2014-07-04T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Back at the hotel, I was happy that the three of us had opted for individual rooms. The whole drive back, Jared and Gavin wanted to chat about the night’s events. I, however, was in no mood for hashing out the details of my ridiculous love life with those two.

As soon as I was alone in my room, I stripped down to take a long, hot shower. I removed my contacts, blinking away the discomfort I felt. Chlorine and contact lenses don’t mix well. The pounding of the water on my back should’ve relieved the tension I felt, but sadly it didn’t. My mind was lost in the big blue eyes of McKenzie Evans. Normally, I’d shrug shit off, but tonight I saw something in her that, for lack of a better word, frightened me. Was it sadness? Was it animosity? Maybe anger? Heaven forbid, hatred? Whatever it was, that look stuck with me. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I missed something rather important.

I jumped out of the shower, toweled off, then quickly slipped into a comfy pair of boxer briefs. My mind reeled with the night’s events, instantly replaying every scenario, stupid move, and what could have been. It was enough to drive me crazy, and let me tell you, that’s a short trip. Women are far too confusing and complicated for me. There was only one way to appease my befuddled mind. I needed a woman’s perspective.

I plopped down on the bed, ready to rip my hair out. There was only one person who could help me with this predicament. Out of their own fruition, my fingers began to dial my sister’s number. Andie was the only woman in the world who could set me straight.

“Hello?” The sound of Andie’s voice brought back my Bostonian roots in one quick blow. Her Northern accent was nearly as thick as Mickie’s Southern drawl.

“Hey there, little sis,” I replied, leaning back, resting my head against the headboard, as I crossed my ankles. The cotton linens on the bed rustled softly beneath me with each move I made.

“Little, hmm? Last time I checked, I do recall you being my little brother.”

I closed my eyes, propping my arm above my head against the leather headboard. The perfect image of my twin sister danced behind my eyelids. At this time of night, Andie would’ve just finished a performance. She’d be locked up in her dressing room, coming down from the immense high she always got from completing a show. I imagined Andie sitting at her dressing table, rubbing the arches of her feet, as she often did after a performance. Her soft brown hair hung in curls around her heart-shaped face, having been tied up in a tight bun while she danced. Maybe she picked up a cleansing cloth to remove her stage makeup, exposing her deep blue eyes and plump pout. Andie could easily be described as tall, slender, toned, but most of all, extremely beautiful. And while she secretly dreamed of finding her one true love, life had made her cynical.

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