Love's Cruel Redemption (The Ghost Bird #12)(3)

I flipped over so I could look at his sleepy brown eyes. “Good morning,” I whispered.

“I like mornings like this,” he said. Even though I had flipped, he kept an arm around me, his forearm resting on the side of my rib cage loosely. “Erica isn’t going to work today?”

“It’s so hard to keep track of her schedule,” I said. “Sometimes she’s getting in at two in the morning. How does she do it?”

“It works for her. I think she likes the non-routine.”

The volume of voices downstairs rose, mostly Erica. She didn’t do it often, but I’d been in the house for about a week consistently now, and I was getting used to hearing it. Usually, she got very animated around Kota.

I sometimes listened, because often the questions were about me.

A couple of weeks ago, the Sorenson house had been taken over by my stepmother. She returned from the hospital and Marie took care of her, with a little help from the Academy.

They both seemed relatively happy with the arrangement. With my father staying at a small rental with his new fiancé until a divorce finalized, everything was settled.

Except for me.

The paperwork for the divorce was handled delicately. Each side had hired Academy lawyers, luckily. The lawyers were careful with the documents they prepared, limiting my name in each page until I’d eventually disappear before any official record was signed for the court.

The only one concerned at all was my father, who asked carefully about keeping me.

We all knew the reason was to keep my background a secret. His assumption was that my stepmother wouldn’t want me anyway.

I wasn’t in the clear, but the guys assured me repeatedly I wasn’t going back to anyone.

And me being at Erica’s house for a week left her with a lot of questions about what was going on at my house. She trusted Kota, but she knew something was wrong and she wanted to know. Kota explained there was a divorce pending, but he left out a lot of details and claimed he didn’t know because I didn’t know the full details either. She had accepted this, but she did pry for updates.

Luke moved to curl a lock of my hair. He made the curl taut against his finger, and then quickly released it. “You’d look good with curls, I think.”

“Hmm.” I didn’t have much opinion about curls or my hair while I was listening to the voices downstairs. “If Erica is home, maybe we should go somewhere else today.”

“Might be a good idea to get you to stay overnight somewhere else,” he said. He sighed and got up on his elbow. The blanket we shared slipped off of his shoulder, exposing his bare chest underneath. As he twisted and stretched his arms, the blanket fell off of his waist and revealed he was wearing a pair of Kota’s pajama bottoms. They hung loose and low on his hips. “She doesn’t mind you staying at all, but with her odd hours becoming odder, it makes it harder to manage...”

I breathed out slowly. “Our schedule.” I didn’t say it, but the Academy had the guys keeping odd hours, too. And because I was here, the guys were constantly streaming in and out of the house.

“It will be different once we’re back on a school schedule full time. Now that our class schedules have changed...” Luke twisted his back as he sat up, stretching. He scratched at his forehead. “Are the cakes ready yet?”

“Cake?” I asked.

“Pan in a cake,” Luke said. He shook his head and blinked a few times. “I mean cake in a pan. Pancake. Don’t talk to me. I mean don’t listen to me, I haven’t had breakfast yet.”

I laughed a little as I sat up and combed my hair away from my face. “I think we need breakfast to come up with something. I could go back to Nathan’s.”

“You’ve spent months at Nathan’s,” he said. “Come stay with us for a while. We’ve got the room.”

It sounded like fun, but there was a problem with staying anywhere long term. “But what about Uncle?” My black hair clip was on the bedside table. After combing my hair with my fingers, I pulled it all back, twisted and then attached the clip. “Isn’t he going to think it’s weird if I’m staying overnight for a while? Won’t he have the same questions as Erica?”

Luke shrugged and moved to put his feet on the floor. He absently scratched near his eyebrow. “I don’t even know. But he asks about you. Like why I’m not out with you on Friday nights. It’s sort of hard to explain.”

There were lots of things that were hard to explain to others. The secrets we kept were so strange I wasn’t sure anyone would understand. Even Academy members like Uncle found us odd.

I moved to sit beside Luke, leaning into him and pressing a cheek to his shoulder. He stared off, either daydreaming or thinking. I listened passively to the voices downstairs and general noises in the house but enjoyed the simple moment of being next to him.

He still smelled of vanilla and sugar, although he had taken on a bit of Kota’s spice scent. The mix worked surprisingly well together. His blond hair was wild, sticking out at places, but framed his high cheekbones. His lean muscles and tan skin had once made me think of him akin to clothing models. The longer hair softened his angled jaw and chin, but in a notable way.

Compared, I felt like a mess. I wore my own pajama bottoms, but I was pretty sure the shirt was Nathan’s. I touched the collar of the T-shirt absently, wondering where he was and if he’d slept at his house alone again. He’d done so almost all week.