Heat infused my cheeks. “I was not staring.”
“Really?” he asked. That half grin was there again, hinting at dimples. “Anyway, you woke me up. I’m not a morning person.”
“It wasn’t that early,” I pointed out.
“I sleep in. It is summer, you know. Don’t you sleep in?”
I pushed back a strand of hair that had escaped my ponytail. “No. I always get up early.”
He groaned. “You sound just like my sister. No wonder she loves you so much already.”
“Dee has taste…unlike some,” I said. His lips twitched. “And she’s great. I really like her, so if you’re over here to play big, bad brother, just forget it.”
“That’s not why I’m here.” He gathered up the bucket and various sprays and cleansers. I probably should have helped him sort things out, but it was fascinating watching him take charge of my little cleaning project. Although he kept tossing me the odd half smile, I could tell this little exchange was awkward for him. Good.
“Then why are you here, other than delivering a crappy apology?” I couldn’t stop staring at his mouth when he spoke. I bet he knew how to kiss. Perfect kisses too, ones that weren’t wet and gross, but the kind that curled toes.
I needed to stop looking at him in general.
Daemon placed all the supplies on the porch steps and straightened. Stretching his arms over his head, his shirt rode up, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of muscles. His gaze lingered on my face, and warmth blossomed in my belly. “Maybe I’m just curious why she is so enamored. Dee doesn’t take well to strangers. None of us do.”
“I had a dog once that didn’t take well to strangers.”
Daemon stared at me a moment, then laughed. It was a deep, rumbling sound. Nice. Sexy. Oh God, I looked away. He was the kind of boy that broke hearts and left a long line of them shattered behind him. He was trouble. Maybe the fun kind of trouble, but he was also a jerk. And I didn’t do jerks. Not that I did anyone.
I cleared my throat. “Well, thanks for the car thing.”
Suddenly, he was right in front of me again. So close that his toes almost touched mine. I sucked in a sharp breath, wanting to back up. He needed to stop doing that. “How do you move so fast?” He ignored the question. “My little sis does seem to like you,” he said, as if he couldn’t figure out why.
I bristled and tilted my head back but focused my gaze over his shoulder. “Little? You’re twins.”
“I was born a whole four minutes and thirty seconds before she was,” he boasted, his eyes meeting mine. “Technically she is my little sister.”
My throat felt dry. “She’s the baby in the family?”
“Yep, therefore I’m the one starved for attention.”
“I guess that explains your poor attitude then,” I retorted.
“Maybe, but most people find me charming.”
I started to respond, but made the mistake of looking into his eyes. I was immediately snared by the unnatural color, reminded of the purest, deepest parts of the Everglades. “I have…a hard time believing that.” His lips curved slightly. “You shouldn’t, Kat.” He picked up a loose section of hair that had escaped my clip, twirling the hair around his finger. “What kind of color is this? It’s not brown or blonde.” My cheeks itched with heat. I snatched my hair back. “It’s called light brown.”
“Hmm,” he said, nodding. “You and I have plans to make.”
“What?” I sidestepped his large body, dragging in a deep breath as I gained some distance. My heart was pounding. “We don’t have any plans to make.”
Daemon sat down on the steps, stretching out his long legs and leaning back on his elbows.
“Comfortable?” I snapped.
“Very.” He squinted up at me. “About these plans…”
I stood a few feet from him. “What are you talking about?”
“You remember the whole ‘getting my ass over here and playing nice’ thing, right? That also involves my car keys?” He crossed his ankles as his gaze slid over to the trees. “Those plans involve me getting my car keys back.”
“You need to give me a little more of an explanation than that.”
“Of course,” he sighed. “Dee hid my keys. She’s good at hiding stuff, too. I’ve already torn the house apart, and I can’t find them.”
“So, make her tell you where they are.” Thank God I didn’t have any siblings.
“Oh, I would, if she was here. But she’s left town and won’t be back until Sunday.”
“What?” She’d never mentioned going out of town. Or family nearby. “I didn’t know that.”
“It was a last-minute thing.” He uncrossed his ankles and one foot started to tap an unheard rhythm. “And the only way she’ll tell me where the keys are hidden is by me earning bonus points. See, my sister has this thing about bonus points, ever since elementary school.” I started to smile. “Okay…?”
“I have to earn bonus points to get my keys back,” he explained. “The only way I can earn those points is by doing something nice for you.”
I busted out laughing again. The look on his face was awesome. “I’m sorry, but this is kind of funny.”
Daemon drew in a deep, disgusted breath. “Yeah, it’s real funny.”
My laughter faded. “What do you have to do?”
“I’m supposed to take you swimming tomorrow. If I do that, then she’ll tell me where my keys are hidden — and I have to be nice.”
He had to be kidding, but the longer I stared at him, I realized he was being serious. My mouth dropped open. “So the only way you get your keys back is by taking me swimming and by being nice to me?”
“Wow. You’re a quick one.”
I did laugh again. “Yeah, well, you can kiss your keys good-bye.”
Surprise shone on his face. “Why?”
“Because I’m not going anywhere with you,” I told him.
“We don’t have a choice.”
“No. You don’t have a choice, but I do.” I glanced at the closed door behind him, wondering if Mom was somewhere trying to listen in. “I’m not the one with missing keys.”
Daemon watched me for a moment, and then he grinned. “You don’t want to hang out with me?”
“Uh, no.”
“Why not?”
I rolled my eyes. “For starters, you’re a jerk.”
He nodded. “I can be.”
“And I’m not spending time with a guy who’s being forced to do it by his sister. I’m not desperate.”
“You’re not?”
Anger whipped through me, and I took a step forward. “Get off my porch.”
He seemed to consider it. “No.”
“What?” I sputtered. “What do you mean no?”
“I’m not leaving until you agree to go swimming with me.”
Steam should be coming out of my ears. “Fine. You can sit there, because I’d rather eat glass than spend time with you.”
He laughed. “That sounds drastic.”
“Not nearly,” I shot back, heading up the stairs.
Daemon twisted around, catching my ankle. His grip was loose, his hand incredibly warm. I looked down at him, and he smiled at me, as innocent as an angel. “I’ll sit here all day and night. I’ll camp out on your porch. And I won’t leave. We have all week, Kitten. Either get it over with tomorrow and be done with me, or I’ll be right here until you do agree. You won’t be able to leave the house.” I gaped at him. “You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, I am.”
“Just tell her we went and that I had a great time.” I tried to pull my foot free, but he held on. “Lie.”
“She’ll know if I’m lying. We’re twins. We know these things.” He paused. “Or are you too shy to go swimming with me? Does the idea of getting almost naked around me make you uncomfortable?”
I grabbed the railing and yanked on my foot. The b utthead was only lightly holding me, but my foot wouldn’t budge. “I’m from Florida, idiot. I�
��ve spent half my life in a bathing suit.”
“What’s the big deal?”
“I don’t like you.” I stopped pulling and stood there. His hand seemed to hum around my skin. It was the weirdest feeling ever. “Let go of my ankle.”
Very slowly, he lifted each finger while holding my stare. “I’m not leaving, Kitten. You’re going to do this.”
My mouth opened as did the door behind us. Stomach dropping, I turned to see Mom standing there in all her fuzzy-bunny pajama glory. Oh, for the love of God.
Her eyes went from me to Daemon, completely misinterpreting everything. The glee in her eyes made me want to vomit on Daemon’s head. “You live next door?”
Daemon twisted around and smiled. He had perfect white, straight teeth. “My name is Daemon Black.”
Mom smiled. “Kellie Swartz. Nice to meet you.” She glanced at me. “You two can come inside if you want. You don’t have to sit outside in the heat.”
“That’s really nice of you.” He stood and elbowed me, and not very gently. “Maybe we should go inside and finish talking about our plans.”
“No,” I said, glaring at him. “That won’t be necessary.”
“What plans?” Mom asked, smiling. “I support plans.”
“I’m trying to get your lovely daughter to go swimming with me tomorrow, but I think she’s worried you wouldn’t like the idea.” He chucked me on the arm and I almost fell into the railing. “And I think she’s shy.”
“What?” Mom shook her head. “I have no problem with her going swimming with you. I think it’s a great idea. I’ve been telling her she needs to get out. Hanging out with your sister is great, but—”
“Mom.” I narrowed my eyes at her. “That’s not really—”
“I was just telling Katy here the same thing.” Daemon dropped his arm over my shoulders. “My sister is out of town for the next week. I thought I’d hang with Katy.”
My mom smiled, pleased. “That is so sweet of you.”
I wrapped my arm around his narrow waist, digging my fingers into his side. “Yeah, that’s sweet of you, Daemon.”
He sucked in a sharp breath and let it out slowly. “You know what they say about boys next door….”
“Well, I know Katy doesn’t have plans tomorrow.” She glanced at me, and I could practically see her envisioning Daemon and my future children. My mom was not normal. “She’s free to go swimming.” I dropped my arm and wiggled out from underneath Daemon’s. “Mom…”
“It’s okay, honey.” She started back inside, giving Daemon a wink. “It was nice to finally meet you.”
Daemon smiled. “You, too.”
The moment my mom shut the door behind her, I whirled around and pushed Daemon, but he was like a brick wall. “You jerk.”
Grinning, he backed down the steps. “I’ll see you at noon, Kitten,”
“I hate you,” I hissed.
“The feeling’s mutual.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Twenty bucks says you wear a one-piece swimsuit.”
He was insufferable.
Chapter 5
When the first cracks of light came through the windows, I rolled onto my side, still half asleep.
I groaned.
I had to hang out with Daemon today. And I’d tossed and turned all night, dreaming about a boy with shocking green eyes and a bikini that kept coming undone. Grabbing the latest novel I was reviewing from my nightstand, I spent the morning lounging in bed and reading, desperately trying to think of anything but our upcoming adventure.
When the sun was nearly high in the sky, I set the book aside, threw off the covers, and headed to the shower.
A few minutes later, I was standing in a towel and staring at my swimsuit options. Horror filled me. Daemon had been right. The idea of being half naked around him did make me want to spew my Tater Tots. Even though I couldn’t stand him, and I actually think he might be the first person I ever hated, he was…he was a god. Who knew the kind of girls he was used to seeing in bathing suits.
Even though I wouldn’t touch him for all the money in the world, I was big enough to admit there was a part of me that wanted him to want me.
I only had three bathing suits that could be considered acceptable: a razorback one-piece. Plain and boring. A two-piece that was a bikini top and boy shorts, and a third that was a red two-piece bikini.
I could have chosen a tent and I’d still feel uncomfortable.
Throwing the one-piece back into the closet, I held up the other two. My reflection stared back at me, a suit on each side, and I took a hard look at myself. Light brown hair fell to the middle of my back, and I was nervous of ever cutting it. My eyes were a plain gray — not magnetic or compelling like Dee’s. My lips were full but not as expressive as my mom’s.
I spared a glance at the red suit. I was always reserved, more cautious than my mom would ever be. The red bathing suit was anything but cautious. It was flirty, sexy even. Something I clearly was not and, well, that bothered me. Reserved, practical Katy was safe and boring. That was who I was. Why my mom felt okay to leave me alone all the time, because I would never do anything that would make her blink twice.
The kind of girl Daemon expected he could easily boss around and intimidate. He probably expected me to wear a one-piece and keep my shorts and top on since he’d taunted me. What had he said when he first met me? That I looked like a thirteen-year-old?
A red hot feeling sparked inside me.
Screw him.
I wanted to be exciting and bold. Maybe I even wanted to shock Daemon, prove him wrong. Without a second thought, I threw the plain suit into the corner and laid the red one on my small desk.
My decision was made.
I put on the tiny scraps in record time, and a pair of denim shorts and a tank top that had pretty flowers on it over the top to hide my audacity. Once I found my sneakers, I gathered up a towel and headed downstairs.
My mom was lingering in the kitchen, the standard coffee cup in hand. “You slept late. Did you sleep well last night?” she asked expectantly.
Sometimes I wondered if my mom was psychic. Shrugging, I shuffled by her and grabbed the orange juice. I concentrated way too hard on making toast while she continued to stare at my back. “I’ve been reading.”
“Katy?” she said after what seemed like forever.
My hand shook a bit as I buttered my toast. “Yeah?”
“Is…is everything working out for you here? Do you like it?”
I nodded. “Yeah, it’s nice.”
“Good.” She took a deep breath. “Are you excited about today?”
My stomach dropped as I faced her. Part of me wanted to throttle her for helping trap me in Daemon’s plans, but she didn’t know any better. I knew she worried I was going to hate her for yanking me out of everything I loved and insisting we move here. “Yeah, I guess so,” I lied.
“I think you will have a good time,” she said. “Just be careful.”
I shot her a knowing glance. “I doubt I’ll get into any trouble swimming.”
“Where are you guys going?”
“I don’t know. He didn’t say. Somewhere nearby I’m sure.”
My mom made her way to the door. “You know what I mean. He’s a good-looking boy.” Then she gave me the I’ve b een there so don’t try anything look before she left.
Breathing a sigh of relief, I washed out her coffee cup. I didn’t think that I could sit through another birds and bees conversation, especially not now. The first one had been traumatic enough.
I shuddered at the memory.
I was so caught up reliving that horrible mother-daughter bonding moment, I jumped when someone banged against the front door. My heart flipped as I looked at the time.
11:46 a.m.
After taking a calming breath, I stumbled over my own feet to get to the door. Daemon stood with a towel thrown casually over his shoulder.
“I’m a little early.”
“I can see,” I said, voice fl
at. “Change your mind? You could always try lying.”
He arched a brow. “I’m not a liar.”
I stared at him. “Just give me a second to grab my stuff.” I didn’t wait for his reply. I swung the door shut in his face. It was childish, but I felt like I’d scored a small victory. I went to the kitchen and grabbed my sneakers and stuff before returning and opening the door again. Daemon was right where I’d left him.
Nervous excitement fluttered in my belly as I locked the front door and followed Daemon down the driveway. “Okay, so where are you taking me?”
“What fun would it be if you knew?” he asked. “You won’t be surprised then.”
“I’m new to town, remember? Everywhere is going to be a sur-prise for me.”
“Then why ask?” He cocked a smug eyebrow.
I rolled my eyes. “We aren’t driving?
Daemon laughed. “No. Where we’re going you can’t drive. It’s not a well-known spot. Most locals don’t even know about it.”
“Oh, I’m special then.”
“You know what I think, Kat?”
I peeked at him and caught him watching me with such serious intensity I flushed. “I’m pretty sure I don’t want to know.”
“I think my sister finds you very special. I’m starting to wonder if she’s onto something.”
I smirked. “But then there’s all kinds of special now, isn’t there, Daemon.”
He seemed startled to hear his name. After a beat the intensity was gone, and he led me down the road and across the main highway. He had me curious when we entered the dense tree line on the other side of the road.
“Are you taking me out to the woods as a trick?” I asked, half serious.
He glanced over his shoulder, lashes hiding his eyes. “And what would I do out here to you, Kitten?”
I shivered. “The possibilities are endless.”
“Aren’t they?” He made his way easily around the thick brush and vines tangled together on the floor of the woods.
I was having a hell of a time not breaking my neck on the many exposed roots and moss-covered rocks. “Can we pretend we did this?”
“Trust me, I don’t want to be doing this either.” He jumped over a fallen tree. “But bitching about it isn’t going to make it any easier.” Turning around, he offered me his hand.
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