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  Oh … no. This so wasn’t good. It suddenly made perfect sense why so many songs were dedicated to the subject of unrequited love. I bit my lip. No wonder I felt so out of control around him.

  Without so much as shifting in his seat, Will brought his right hand down next to mine. His finger barely grazed my pinkie, but I jumped as a jolt of adrenaline spiked through my bloodstream. Again, my body was sending warning signals to my brain, this time stronger than before—to run away from him. Because I was going to get hurt. When I sneaked another look at him, he appeared engrossed in whatever Sean was saying, clearly oblivious to my freak-out over our fingers brushing. The hammering beat of my pulse continued to sound in my head, and I blushed.

  “Right, Aven? You remember?”

  I looked up and saw Sean staring at me, waiting for a response. Tearing my hand away from Will’s touch, I tried unsuccessfully to unscramble my thoughts.

  “Sorry, what?” I asked, still dazed.

  He rolled his eyes.

  “Never mind. Are you guys ready to go?”

  I nodded eagerly, anxious to spend a few minutes out of Will’s presence and untangle my thoughts. Maybe then the logical side of my brain would override the ridiculous side that was telling me I was in love with a beautiful—and potentially crazy—stranger.

  “Do you mind if I take Aven back to school?” Will asked.

  When Sean began nodding, I scowled. Even Will’s most half-hearted smile seemed to have the ability to hypnotize anyone in his presence.

  “No problem,” Sean said quickly.

  What the hell? Did I detect a note of eagerness in Sean’s tone? So much for my friend’s ax-wielding stranger theory about Will. In Sean’s defense, though, I couldn’t really imagine anyone saying no to Will.

  When we got outside, it was pouring rain again. Sean and Lizzie rushed through the parking lot to Sean’s Civic while I followed Will to the street. Given the weather, I was profoundly hopeful that Will had driven a four-wheeled vehicle to school, and I was rewarded to find the Aston Martin waiting on the street, hidden from view of the restaurant. He opened the door for me, and the moment I settled into my seat, the door whooshed shut.

  Still reeling from his touch, I fidgeted with the armrest as Will got in on the driver’s side a few seconds later. Searching for something to distract me, I remembered the man from Mr. Blake’s room.

  “You never told me how that guy found me,” I said tentatively as he began driving toward school.

  Will’s hand flexed on the steering wheel, giving the only indication that he had registered my statement. The silence stretched out, and I continued to fidget, pulling my hair behind my ear and searching my pockets for a hair tie.

  “I told you,” he said more harshly than I expected. “He’s been following you.”

  When Will stopped at a stoplight, I sat up straighter in my seat.

  “Yeah, and you still haven’t told me why!”

  “I’ve told you as much as I can without—”

  Will stopped short and stared ahead until the light turned green. I shook my head.

  “I just don’t understand why some guy from your past thinks that stalking me will have any effect on you. We’re strangers!”

  I closed my eyes, feeling ridiculous. We were strangers, but that hadn’t stopped me from falling—dammit! I am not falling in love with Will Kincaid, I repeated in my head, wishing I could change my stupid, stubborn feelings.

  “I have an obligation to protect those who might be harmed by my past.”

  His sudden answer stung me, and I turned and looked out the window, where the rain had begun to sheet against the glass. I nodded once without looking at him.

  “Got it. You’ve got a big, bad past, and I’m an obligation.”

  “Aven,” he said, his tone mildly exasperated.

  I took a deep breath before turning and looking at him, waiting for him to continue.

  “By coming after you, he was hoping I would do something reckless. He thinks …” Will sighed again. “He believes he’s found my weakness.”

  I frowned, not following his logic.

  “I don’t understand,” I said, feeling, yet again, like I had missed an integral piece of the conversation.

  “Don’t you?” Will asked, turning to search my face for something.

  Suddenly I noticed that we were already in the student lot at school, parked several yards from the other cars. Through the darkly tinted windows of the Aston Martin, I could have sworn I saw the first hint of sunlight breaking through the clouds even as it continued to rain, but that wasn’t possible. I had seen the last of the sunshine when summer ended, I was certain.

  Will continued to watch me, staring until my cheeks were burning and my breathing became shallow. Something in his eyes put me on edge. Even more so than usual—but not in a good way this time. After several moments, he exhaled and turned away. It had seemed like he was about to say something before stopping short in a way that I was becoming aggravatingly used to. The air in the car felt thick with tension, and when Will finally looked back at me, his expression made me uneasy. I couldn’t stand the silence any longer.

  “My dad’s leaving Saturday for Colorado,” I blurted in my desperation to break the awkwardness that was building. “I just thought I should tell you because, well, you know.”

  He nodded, but didn’t say anything. I looked down, bewildered by his sudden apathy. My eyes burned, and I blinked. Maybe Will had decided that he didn’t care what happened to me. I couldn’t keep up with his freakishly unpredictable moods. Charming one second, irritable the next.

  Suddenly the door popped open, and I looked up at Will, wondering how the hell he had gotten from the driver’s side to the passenger door without me noticing. I stepped out of the car and squinted up at the sky. It hadn’t been my imagination. It was still raining, but the clouds were parting enough to let through the first glimmer of sunlight even as my mood plummeted.

  As Will walked me to class, I couldn’t shake the sense that something had changed with him. Lizzie chattered excitedly in study hall, asking a million times if I thought Sean liked her, and I assured her—multiple times—that Sean had been at his charming best during lunch. Groaning inwardly, I prepared myself for an inevitable repeat performance of this enthusiastic and excessive interrogation by Sean about Lizzie’s interpretation of lunch.

  Sean didn’t disappoint me.

  He nearly knocked me over when I got to Journalism. I was still surprised that my accidental attempt at matchmaking had been such a success. Even better, Sean never mentioned Allison Monroe once the entire period. He was too busy asking questions about Lizzie. I couldn’t help thinking it was a little like Romeo forgetting Rosaline only moments after seeing Juliet.

  My hands shook when the custodian showed up to fix the door hinges and replace the broken window. Mr. Blake had already posted a flier seeking information about the supposed vandalism. I couldn’t say anything, though. Anyone I told would think I was crazy. Besides, I still didn’t actually know what had happened.

  I thought about Will’s compulsive protection detail and singular attention to my wellbeing. He had said he was obligated to protect those who might be harmed by his past, but I didn’t want to be anybody’s obligation, and certainly not Will Kincaid’s. Eventually it would start to hurt too much knowing he was only around me out of guilt.

  Will’s image was burned into my memory like a brand. I could recall every time we had touched during the past two weeks—or any time we had come even close, by accident or not. I forced myself to stop thinking about it, afraid that this train of thought would only cause me more pain.

  Then, with a sudden ache, I remembered what Will had said about opening the floodgates, and I was afraid it was too late.

  Chapter 10: Dinner

  The skies over Winters cleared overnight, causing me to wonder if Sean had been wrong all along about the monster storm he was predicting. At first, I thought the sunlight might be a go
od sign, and when I got to campus, I found myself turning toward the sun like a flower, enjoying the bright, natural light.

  Then I saw Will. He was standing beneath the awning. He looked perfect, as usual, but I frowned when I noticed he was wearing a pair of dark sunglasses. A frisson coursed through me at the sight of him. I couldn’t identify the emotion that had taken hold of me. Nerves? Excitement? Fear? I walked up to him not knowing what to say.

  “Hi,” I said, aware that I was even more uncomfortable now that I was standing in front of him.

  “Hi.”

  His tone made me nervous. It was mocking and cold. I was used to him being moody, but this was different. It was like I was staring at a different person. Without a word, I started walking to class. When I glanced to my left, he was there walking beside me, but I could tell he didn’t want to be. What was with that? Male PMS?

  It took half the day before it finally hit me. Will knew how I felt about him. He could probably see it in my face. I must have looked like a desperate puppy looking for attention. And he obviously didn’t feel the same way. He was just sticking around because of a sense of responsibility, which only made me hate the faceless man from Mr. Blake’s classroom even more.

  I was about to say something in fourth period, but the look in his eyes stopped me cold. Then, instead of confronting him after class—what would I even say?—I walked to the cafeteria before doubling back to my favorite spot with my copy of For Whom the Bell Tolls. Part of me was worried about weirdo stalkers, but even more than that I wanted to escape Will.

  Actually, I wanted to escape being Will’s obligation. If he was getting sick of following me around, then I would stay out of his way. I sat on the stairs, slid off my jacket, opened my book, and then reached for the apple I had brought with me.

  “Enjoying the weather?”

  I yelped, and the apple fell out of my hand. When I looked up, I saw Will sitting on a car about ten feet away. He was still wearing the sunglasses from this morning.

  “Yeah, I am,” I said tartly as I flipped back to the page I had lost, ignoring my dropped apple and hoping Will would take the hint to go away.

  Was it my fault that I had fallen for him when he was constantly following me around? I glanced up and jumped when I saw the car he had been perched on was now empty.

  “Aven,” Will whispered.

  I froze. His voice had come from behind me. Whipping my head around, I saw him sitting on the steps above me, which was impossible because he would have had to pass by me to get there. I would have seen him, heard him.

  “How did you—”

  I shook my head and stared at him.

  “How did I what?” Will smirked.

  “Are you always this freaking moody when the weather gets good?”

  “Good is a matter of opinion, not objective fact. I’ve presented myself to you as the good guy, but what if I’ve been lying to you?”

  I stared at him, afraid to take my eyes off him. I didn’t enjoy the fact that he was sitting above me, but I couldn’t force myself to stand up.

  “Are you lying?”

  He shrugged.

  “I have a question for you,” he said, ignoring my question.

  “Which is?” I asked, trying to figure out why he was being so damn strange.

  “How did you feel yesterday? When you were alone with him?”

  Something in his eyes made me shiver, and I felt myself recoiling as Will leaned toward me.

  “A little like I do right now,” I whispered, feeling another tremor of fear flow through me.

  When Will smiled, I grabbed my backpack and jumped up.

  “You know what? If you’re being a total jackass because you think I’ve got some adolescent crush on you, then you can cut the act, all right?”

  I spun away from him and headed back toward school, trying to keep from crying. Will had been strange, mysterious, and charming—but never mean. Not like today. And if he was going to continue following me around and acting like an asshole, then he could do it from a distance.

  After that, I pretended Will didn’t exist, and he stayed out of my way until fourth period on Friday, when he was right behind me the entire period. At lunch, I went to the cafeteria with Sean, Matt, and Jeff. In fifth, Lizzie was bouncing up and down in her seat, because she and Sean had tentative plans to go to the movies on Saturday night at the theatre in town. I frowned when I realized that Sean hadn’t mentioned their date at lunch.

  When Lizzie begged me to come to her house on Saturday to help her pick out an outfit, I promised I would if my dad didn’t leave too early for his trip. Having no driver’s license at seventeen suddenly made me feel silly and young. Or maybe it was Will’s sudden and obvious scorn that was making me feel like a stupid little girl.

  I decided it was safer to focus of Sean’s prospects for romance, and in Journalism, I pounced. Apparently the clear weather—and Lizzie—had caused him to have amnesia about his dire storm predictions for the weekend.

  “When were you going to tell me about your date?” I demanded playfully.

  Sean shrugged.

  “I didn’t want to say anything in front of Matt and Jeff.”

  “So you really like her?” I asked, smiling.

  He nodded.

  “She’s really cool.”

  This made me feel better.

  “What’s with you and the new guy?”

  Sean’s question made me sink down in my seat.

  “I told you—nothing.”

  “Nothing,” Sean said skeptically. “Really. Then why did he go from escorting you into History to you guys glaring at each other? Are you hooking up with him?”

  I shook my head vehemently.

  “No!”

  Sean raised his hands in surrender.

  “Okay. I’m just saying … You don’t get that bent out of shape about someone you don’t care about.”

  I scowled at him and got up to work on my article for the rest of the period. When the bell finally rang, I walked out of class and stopped as soon as I caught sight of Will. My stomach dipped anxiously as I studied his perfect features. I could see his face was drawn—tense, and he looked paler, too. Then I realized that, for the first time today, he wasn’t wearing his sunglasses. Without them, his normally bright blue eyes looked almost grayish. Without saying anything, I started walking toward the buses, annoyed when he fell in step with me.

  “I’ll be at your house at seven-thirty. Don’t go anywhere this afternoon. Please,” he said.

  I was about to protest, but I stopped abruptly when he stared at me. There was something undeniably troubling about his appearance. He was still devastatingly gorgeous, but maybe too much so. Like a statue. Perfect and unyielding. I watched him briefly as he walked away.

  After getting on the bus, I spent the ride home trying to make sense of the sudden change in him. He had spent all this energy fulfilling whatever he thought his obligation was only to get pissy about it now because he thought I had a crush on him? Then why was he insisting on coming to dinner tonight? It didn’t make sense.

  The bus dropped me a block from the house, and I looked to the sky, only to find dark storm clouds already moving in on the short-lived sunlight. I rushed up the front stairs and opened the door, locking it behind me before yelling up to my dad.

  “Dad! I’m home!”

  “In the middle of something, Aven. I’ll be down in a minute,” he called back.

  Instead of waiting for him to come downstairs, which might never happen, I ran up and poked my head into his office. He was at his desk, bent over a stack of papers. When I went over and wrapped my arms around him, he turned to look at me.

  “Everything okay?” he asked, eyeing me suspiciously.

  “Great,” I said, struggling to make my tone as bright as possible.

  I smiled and turned toward the door, calling over my shoulder to Darcy, who leaped up from where he had been sleeping at my dad’s feet. He trailed after me, looking hopeful,
as I went down the hall to my room. I unloaded my bag and glanced at my running shoes, which lay abandoned by my closet door. When I got to my desk, I turned on the computer, listening as the maple tree tapped my window at an increasingly frenetic pace. I sighed. That tree had turned out to be a pretty reliable bad-weather predictor.

  After staring at the blank screen for a few minutes, I got up and padded down the hall with Darcy trailing behind me. I headed downstairs, wanting to make sure that my dad had actually gone to the grocery store before leaving for Colorado. Still absorbed in his work, he didn’t even look up as I passed. In the kitchen, a fresh baguette from the bakery sat on the countertop, and when I swung open the refrigerator door, I was pleasantly surprised to see that my dad hadn’t forgotten anything on the shopping list. I smiled at the sight of one small addition.

  A miniature chocolate cake sat on the shelf. The cake and frosting were dark chocolate, my favorite. Any other time, I would have been tempted to sneak a slice before dinner, but my stomach protested at the thought of food, which wasn’t a good sign. I looked down when Darcy yipped, realizing that he had been conditioned to expect a walk as soon as I got home from school.

  “Sorry, buddy. No walk today,” I said dully, remembering my promise not to leave the house.

  I walked over to the cupboard, took out a can of dog food, mixed it with kibble, and poured it into to Darcy’s bowl in the corner. Then I looked at my watch. The thought of sitting down to do homework on a Friday afternoon wasn’t appealing. After a brief debate, I decided to put my nervous energy to good use and clean. The task seemed far healthier than obsessing over Will’s sudden coldness. I decided to start with my room, based on the tiniest possibility Will might see it. That just got me wondering how many fathers would let their teenage daughters up to their rooms with a guy who looked like Will Kincaid. Either way, my dad and I didn’t have any practical experience with situations like this since I had never dated. Not that it mattered. Will wasn’t coming over as my date.