Who We Are (FireNine #2) by S. Q. Williams

Author:S. Q. Williams [Williams, S. Q.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Shanora Williams
Published: 2013-09-16T14:00:00+00:00

Ben woke us up early again the next morning so he could give Kelsey her “makeover” before he left for work. I didn’t catch much sleep the night before. Maybe two hours. There were so many things running through my mind and I couldn’t shut it off. All I could see were hazel eyes. Green eyes. Angry eyes. Happy eyes. Relieved eyes. It was all a mixture of the peace of mind I once had and the pain I once carried. I still couldn’t believe Debra came with Jason to our home. It was best not to think about it—Ben insisted—but it was tough. The memories were always harsh, but after a while thoughts or Roy and Montana visiting me came to mind and then came Gage. I could never think of anything else when it came to him. I admit it sort of helped forget about the previous night.

After we picked up Kelsey’s contacts and ate some breakfast at the nearest diner, we were back at home in no time. It was funny watching Kelsey fidget in her chair as Ben plucked her eyebrows, straightened her hair, and gave her a choice of earrings. She was completely clueless as to which earrings to wear with the outfit Ben picked out, and to be honest, I knew exactly how she felt because I knew nothing about fashion until my dad dragged me into it.

“And now for the mascara,” Ben said, smiling as he picked up a tube of mascara. “You have gorgeous eyelashes, but to make them stick out and be bold will give you a flawless appeal. I’m trying to go for the more natural look—like Eliza. No foundation and no lipstick. Just lip-gloss, some eyeliner, and mascara. Of course, Miss Picky over there never wears the makeup I tell her to wear so I don’t expect you to either.” Ben sighed, opening the tube. I giggled, folding my arms and leaning against the frame of the door. Just as Ben started applying her mascara, the doorbell rang and I told them I would get it.

I started down the hallway, knowing exactly who was waiting outside the door. As I swung it open, I found Roy standing there in a yellow and grey tank, dark jeans, and a pair of Nike sneakers. I met his eyes and he forced a smile, giving a light wave. “Morning,” he said.

“Hey. Come in,” I insisted. He stepped in and I led the way to the kitchen. “Want anything? Beer? Water?”

“I’ll take a water.”

I nodded, opening the fridge to pull out a bottle of water. Roy really didn’t drink much, but it wasn’t my business. After handing him the bottle of water, I sat on one of the stools beneath the island and Roy sat across from me.

“So here’s the address to his condo,” he said, sliding a sheet of paper toward me. Roy had ink everywhere. Literally. His hands and knuckles, too. It astounded me. “He usually practices at the studio in the mornings between eight and eleven, so it’s probably best to go as soon as he leaves.

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