Dirty Sexy Secret (Green County Book 1)

by Nazarea Andrews

  We were never the ones who mattered—Eli and Nora did. An unspoken agreement between us, to keep them happy and unaware of the worst of our dysfunction.

  I wonder if that will always work.

  If our secrets will shatter under the weight of our new—whatever the fuck it is, him getting me off, and me sleeping in his arms.

  I shove that thought down and focus on my family as Nora returns with coffee and a big plate of bacon, Hailey trailing her with the rest of our food.

  When the boys leave me, with a quick hug from Eli and a smirk from Archer, I wander to the local library.

  Because the truth is, Archer and Eli slamming into my little house and even before that, Gabe at the coffee shop, shook me up. Reminded me that I’m not an island, I’m not a girl bound by deadline in a city where no one knows me or worries about me.

  I’m home, and people care about me here. People that I care about, even if I’m not ready for all of their questions and concern.

  I’ve been hiding for six months, and even longer than that, for four years, since I left Green County and refused to even consider the idea of coming home.

  And I’m tired. I’m tired of being alone and having only my dog and my echoing thoughts to keep me company. I’m tired of all the fucking regrets that keep me locked up in my head and away from the people I love.

  The people who love me.

  Archer.

  Shit there is still so much fucking baggage there. Even more, after the sexcapades last night.

  I didn’t realize how much I’d missed him though.

  Eli came to visit me, twice a year, like clockwork. Nora called once a week, a steady tie to home. Even in the city, lost in my own crazy chase to be something bigger than Green County could offer, they kept me tied to home. Kept me from forgetting that I had something there, waiting for me. People who loved me no matter how big a story I broke or how far back in the paper my byline was.

  But it wasn’t the same. Archer and I were different. He was my secret keeper, the one who saw past my shit and stuck around anyway.

  And until I was curled up on the back porch with him laughing and teasing, I hadn’t realized how much I missed him.

  I still miss him. I miss home. Because I’ve been back for six months but I’ve kept myself apart. Hiding from everything that happened in Boston and from everything I left in the first place.

  I’m tired of hiding.

  So I show up at the library and if Robby seems surprised to see me in his dusty, ridiculously organized little house of knowledge, he doesn’t comment. He just offers me an arched eyebrow and a grunt of acknowledgement as I settle myself at the long, uncomfortable research table and get to work.

  Every city has a story that they tell the rest of the world. Ours is perfection and the Airplane Orphans, the Honey Bee Fest and family values. The Piedmont resort and an excellent school district. The base and low crime rates.

  But every city has a secret too. Ours? Are just as dark as our story is pretty.

  I hesitate. Page through my notes.

  The problem was it was too big.

  Green County looked so perfect and pretty but you scrape away the surface and there was so much shit.

  I can’t even wrap my head around all of it. This is why it’s been six months and I’m still sitting on my fucking hands.

  “I heard,” a cheerful, crowing voice says, jerking me out of my thoughts until I look up at him. Gabriel sits across from me and I give Robby a disgruntled look. Gabe snaps his fingers and I sigh. “I heard the Airplane Orphans were wandering the city. And I said, well that just can’t be true. If that were true, my best friend wouldn’t still be avoiding me.”

  Hurt flickers in his honey gold eyes for a heartbeat and then he adds, too casual, “I would not be getting phone calls from Michael and John asking when we’re getting together with you because I know damn well you loathe those two knuckle heads.”

  I flinch. Because it’s true. Shoving them off on Gabe had been dirty.

  “I’m sorry.”

  Gabe is silent, watching me as I squirm, and he finally says, softly, “I am, too.” My gaze flips up to him, anxious and demanding and he shrugs. Smiles. “You made it pretty clear what we are, and what we aren’t, Hazy. I just need to accept it.”

  There’s a sad smile playing across his lips and he looks. So sad. So fucking lonely.

  “Brutal Honest?” I say, softly, and Gabriel goes still.

  It’s a game. One that we started playing with Eli and Archer when we were kids, and stupid and broken. When I was still raw from the loss of my father and the three of us were awkward and trying to find our way with each other. It was like truth or dare, but without the dare.

  It was stripping away all the layers of bullshit until there’s nothing left but honesty that can hurt, but that can also bind you up. Push you together.

  It can fix all the wrong things, if you let it.

  Eli and I used to play it, sitting in the dark corners of Nora’s living room while she fought with Archer, learning too much too quickly.

  It’s easy to confess all the ugly things, in the dark, when someone else is confessing their own.

  Sometime, over the years, Gabe and Archer got in on it. They started playing the game with us. It became less a game and more of a confession.

  Things said under Brutal Honest were sacred.

  They weren’t things that could be used to hurt, later.

  They were, sometimes, a subtle cry for help.

  Gabriel watches me, his eyes narrowed in concern as I fidget. Because I have no idea where to start. I’ve been hiding from Gabriel for four years. Keeping secrets from him.

  Where do I start being honest?

  “I slept with Archer.”

  Gabe inhales, so sharply I think he’s going to choke, and his eyes go almost comically wide.

  “What the actual fuck, Hazel!” he hisses, leaning across the table. Behind him, Robby’s eyebrows go up, a little bit disapproving and I force a smile as I grit out, “Calm down, dumbass. And I’ll explain it to you.”

  Gabe’s eyes narrow, and he leans back. Grabs my files and starts stacking them.

  “What the hell are you doing?” I ask, almost amused.

  “We’re leaving,” he says, shuffling the papers together.

  “Are we?”

  He goes still, his leaning into my space again and says, clearly, “You just told me you slept with Brandon fucking Archer. You don’t get to drop that kind of shit on me and then carry on with research like it’s a normal day. You’re going to lunch with me, we’re having a really nice bottle of wine and you’re going to tell me what the hell changed in four years that you finally let that happen.”

  I consider protesting. There are more important things to focus on than my lack of love life, or a night of really bad decisions.

  But.

  I miss home.

  And Gabriel is part of that.

  So I nod and grab my stuff, tucking it into my bag. Then Gabriel hooks an arm around my shoulder and pulls me out of the library.

  We end up at the Salty’s, a local pub that has the best fucking pie in town. Which is why we end up here. Gabriel eats desserts when he’s stressed, and I know he’s doing his best to keep that shit wrapped up where I can’t see, and I know that we’re different.

  We aren’t the same people anymore.

  That Gabriel is sitting almost still and silent across from me, barely fidgeting as he watches the waitress drop a couple menus on the table with two cups of water before she retreats and his golden eyes swing to me, searching.

  That tells me more than anything that we’ve changed.

  “Want to tell me all the dirty details, Hazy?”

  No.

  “Do you remember the night before I left? The party?”

  Gabriel’s eyes go wide, almost impossibly wide, and he comes down hard on the front legs of his chair. All of the amusement is gone, and he’s furious—angry energy has filled h
is face, replaced the smile that was beginning to form.

  “Are you fucking serious, Hazel? It’s been that long?”

  I shrug my shoulders.

  No.

  It’s been longer than that. I’ve never told Gabriel that I love Archer. That I’ve always loved him.

  Maybe because I spent so fucking long ignoring it myself. It was easier to ignore than to accept the truth—that I wanted something I couldn’t have.

  Some truths are too brutal, even for me.

  “Tell me,” Gabriel snaps, and I sigh. Because I owe him this.

  Nora doesn’t take many opportunities to spoil us. To celebrate the children she always says she was blessed to have. Anyone else would have said getting three broken, grief-riddled kids in their early teens was a nightmare. But Nora. She reveled in it. Didn’t expect more than we could give.

  She never pushed me to celebrate my birthday, especially after Archer told her how much I hated it.

  But every once in a while, she wanted to celebrate.

  Me graduating college, that was one of those moments.

  Green County loved these things. When she threw open Mama’s and we drank and laughed and danced. When Eli spun me like a top and Archer flirted and watched us with that steady green gaze and the County could tuck us in the neat little box they shoved us in.

  “You’re thinking too much,” Gabriel says, coming up next to me. His arm slips around my waist, his head dropping to my shoulder and I smile as I lean mine against him.

  “You always think I’m thinking too hard.”

  “You usually are,” he says, an accurate, if annoying, assessment.

  I don’t argue with that. “How is—”

  The question breaks off half-formed. I can see his brother now, watching Remi, his eyes bright.

  He seems sad, almost broken, and with Colt missing, it hurts to see.

  I want them to be happy together because I’m so tired of no one being happy.

  Eli is single. Again.

  Archer is flirting with Laura, another girl who will be the latest in a long line of girls who don’t last, and who leave a little damaged. But not as damaged as Archer. And I don’t give a fuck if they are damaged. I care about him.

  And there’s me.

  So many secrets.

  So many things that I haven’t told him, or Gabe. Or Eli.

  When did I start keeping secrets? When did that become easier for me than telling them the truth?

  “Hey, Hazy,” Gabe says, his voice sticky sweet. “You’re drifting, baby girl.”

  I blink, and twist, looking at him.

  “I love you, Gabe,” I whisper, hugging him tight, and he makes a startled noise. Then I pull away from him, and Archer is there, before Gabe can ask me anything. Can press for details and make me spill the secrets that are choking me.

  “Dance with me, Hazel,” he says, and I nod, because I’ve never been able to tell him no.

  I certainly won’t tell him no tonight.

  So he pulls me close as the music dips into something slow, and the city watches as we dance. Eli is dancing with Nora, and she’s laughing and it settles some of the fear twisting in my gut.

  “Do you ever wish it didn’t have to change?” I ask, and Archer frowns. “This. Us. I’m the last one, and I’m done. I’m out of school. Things—they’ll change now. They won’t be able to stay the same.”

  Archer’s eyebrows hitch up, surprise coloring his expression for a moment. “Do you think it’ll change that much? I mean, you’ll move out to your farmhouse, but. We’re still here. We’ll still be family.”

  I nod, leaning into his shoulder. Ignoring the unspoken truth that’s rattled around my head for almost five years.

  We haven’t been family in years. Since he left us for the Marines.

  And I understood. I did. Better than Eli or Nora, I got why he had to leave, if only for a little while.

  Doesn’t mean I liked it.

  “Do you think we did okay?” I ask, looking at where Eli and Mama Nora are dancing.

  Sometimes, I think we did.

  Sometimes I think Eli is too broken. That whatever good we did with Nora will be undone when we leave.

  “We did,” Archer says, and I crane my head back, because I never hear pride and happiness in his voice, but I do now.

  Here’s the secret. Archer and I were always working together. To protect Eli and Nora. She thought she was taking care of us. And she was, in a way.

  But we’ve always been taking care of each other, and in this, Archer and I were a team. We could be damaged—fuck we were. But it was okay.

  Because they weren’t.

  Which means we can go now. I can go. Because they’re okay. They’re happy.

  “Are you happy?” I ask him, and he goes very still.

  Stupid. Careless. He’s going to figure it out.

  “Hazel,” he murmurs, soft and careful.

  “I just. You seem happier, since you came home.” I force a smile, “but we haven’t talked about it.”

  We haven’t talked about him joining the force, or working with Eli up the ranks.

  “Yeah, sweetheart. I’m happy.”

  I grin and I can see the question in his eyes, but I duck back against his chest, and he sighs. Lets me hide there as we finish the dance. It surprises me. Archer doesn’t let me hide from him often.

  But I take the reprieve, and when the song is over, Gabriel pulls me away and then its Eli’s turn, and the moment is gone.

  But it was enough.

  I’m only a little surprised when Archer taps on my door that night. I’m still at Nora’s, and Eli and Archer crashed here, a kind of last hurrah before I leave for my farmhouse.

  Eli passed out almost before we got home, drunk and sweet and cuddly. Nora kissed me and Archer before she retreated, and I couldn’t.

  I couldn’t sit there, in our childhood home, with his big green eyes too curious in the dark.

  I couldn’t keep this from him if he stared at me like he could read my soul.

  But now. He’s here. Nudging into my space and pulling the door closed behind him, and I can’t speak because my mouth is so damn dry.

  Nerves make my hands shake, so I clench them tight and turn, “What’s up, Archer?” I crawl back onto my bed, and when I face him again, his gaze is lazy and warm, and it chases a shiver down my spine.

  I know that look.

  I’ve seen it on his face, a thousand times, directed at cheerleaders and teachers and random girls we only saw leaving his apartment before she left our life for good.

  It’s the look he gives a woman he wants.

  Archer has never looked at me like that. I’d begun to think he never would.

  “You’re hiding from me,” he says, stretching out on my bed like it’s normal.

  It is normal.

  “I’m sleeping,” I say, intentionally oblivious.

  Archer gives me that disbelieving stare he does so well.

  And maybe it’s the shots we did at Mama’s. Maybe it’s that tonight feels like a gift and that’s too precious to waste.

  Maybe it’s because it won’t matter. After all this time, it won’t matter.

  “Do you really want to know?” I ask, and he nods.

  So I lean forward, faster than he can counter, my breath playing over his lips. I see his eyes go wide.

  So green and beautiful and wide.

  And then I kiss him.

  Eli is quiet as we ride across town to work, and I can feel the shift in both of us, as we tuck away everything that’s been happening over the past few hours. Everything that has to do with Hazel and focus on what makes us work so well.

  On the job.

  “Do you know what it’s about?” I ask, pulling into a spot in front of the courthouse. It’s this big red brick thing that looks like a relic.

  A well preserved, very pretty relic, but still—throwback to an era where people gave a fuck what their city looked like, what their munic
ipal buildings looked like.

  Hell, we have fire stations that look like fire stations, instead of big blocky buildings that look like overgrown garages. Green County, I’m convinced, is a weird ass little place.

  But it’s home.

  So I ignore its eccentricities. It’s been—mostly—kind enough to do the same.

  “No. Chief says the Mayor is catching some heat for the girls on Victory.”

  I shoot a quick look at Eli who shrugs.

  The prostitutes who work the stretch of road just outside the Sanders Army base aren’t a new thing. Every few years, the good people of Green County get all hot and bothered that we have these heathens in our midst and there’s a lot of nothing done.

  We patrol. Write some citations. Toss a few in jail for a couple days.

  Not like it fucking matters. The girls are bailed out and back on the streets before we can nail down the bastard who’s actually running the shitshow.

  But. You know. It makes the good people of the city think we’re doing something, makes them sleep better at night thinking that we don’t have the same problem as other places.

  I’m pretty sure that the good people of Green County are fucking idiots, but. They’re my idiots, so it’s okay.

  Or something like that.

  “So you wanna talk about last night?” Eli asks, and I give him a quick look as I check my service piece at the metal detectors. Casey flashes me a quick inviting grin, which I ignore.

  The kid has been legal for like, five minutes. I know she’s got some puppy love thing, but I’m not touching that shit with a ten-foot pole.

  It’d be like sleeping with my fucking sister.

  Been there. Want to do that. Again.

  I shove the thought down, and give Eli a bland look. “Not really.”

  The glare I get from him is truly impressive, so I arch an eyebrow and say instead, “Why don’t you tell me what the actual fuck is going on between you and Delvin.”

  That snaps his spine straight and he glares at me. Turns away and is almost rude to Casey as he goes through the process of getting into City Hall.

  He’s a tight, angry giant at my side as we stalk through the building, which matches my own mood so I don’t do a damn thing to diffuse him.

  We’re headed into a meeting that’s going to piss me off, and I’m already riding a thin line of want and rage.