Out of Love(4)

Nope.

He just knew.

The dog released a slight whine and dropped to the ground with his snout resting on his front paws.

Scooting my body and my bag a few inches toward the tree trunk, I reached my arm over my head, grabbed the piece of pear, and flicked it closer to Jericho.

I gasped as a shooting pain radiated from my wrist to the socket of my whole damn arm. Unforgiving fingers imprinted on my skin, and my hand tingled, losing all feeling.

“Feed my dog again, and I’ll break your fucking arm.”

“Whoa! Let. Go. Of. Me!” I ripped my hand from his grasp and scrambled to sitting, rubbing my wrist. By the time I glared over my shoulder to give him a few more choice words, he and his dog were ten yards away, heading up the stairs. His voice wasn’t what I expected. Agitation bled through in his abrasive tone, but it also held perfect inflections—not so common for deaf people. Or so it was my experience.

“Asshole,” I mumbled with my own perfect speech inflection while frowning at my pear that had fallen to the ground when my arm came under attack.

I breezed through my next two classes without gaining any real knowledge. Tall, dark, and one hundred percent asshole kept my mind preoccupied. After chatting with friends outside of my last lecture hall, I hopped on the first available scooter and headed home. Parking the rental on the main street, I trekked up the small hill to my house, slowing as I passed the Dickerson home. It looked similar to Aubrey’s house. The whole street was a little too cookie-cutter for my taste.

After making a slow pass by the house, I picked up my pace until I heard a car behind me. As I turned my head, a black Volvo SUV with tinted windows flew into the driveway. My brute enemy climbed out and opened the back door for Jericho. His gaze shot in my direction for a split second before he shut the door. I held my breath as if doing so would make me invisible.

Slade Wylder reminded me of the Grim Reaper—minus the scythe—cloaked in black, right down to his car and its windows. Eyes so dark they appeared hollow from a distance.

My mom said my dad had a mysterious dark side to him when they met. Maybe it’s why I’d always been drawn to men my father wouldn’t find worthy of his baby girl. I felt certain he hadn’t slept a day since I left for college. He was lucky I stayed in-state—a six-hour drive south of LA instead of the East Coast, where I seriously considered going to escape the warden.

Before Slade Wylder had a chance to take another sip from the cup of my blatant curiosity, I shot him a half smile—the one I loved giving to my father—and sauntered to my house.

“Dude! Guess who moved into the firehouse?” Kara nearly choked on her soda, wiping her mouth as I dropped my backpack by the front door.

“You’re not supposed to sit on the kitchen counter. If Mommy Aubrey catches you … you’ll be evicted.”

Kara leaned back against the white cabinets, hiking a knee to her chest, resting her foot on the edge of said white granite countertop. Bare feet on the kitchen counter would have sent Aubrey into a disinfecting frenzy. “This is hers.” Kara held up the can of diet soda shit and smirked before taking another sip. “And it’s the last one. I’m already in deep poo poo with Mommy.”

“You really are. And … yes. I know who moved into the firehouse. And he’s just as creepy as the rumors we’ve heard about Professor Molester Dickerson. Slade Wylder. He’s in my first class. And he has a dog.” I grabbed a glass and filled it with water from the fridge.

“He’s deaf. And really fucking hot. That’s what I’ve heard. Is he?” Kara’s eyes widened in question.

I took a few swallows then rubbed my lips together. “Hot or deaf?”

“Both.”

“I don’t know if he’s deaf. It might explain the dog. He’s definitely hot. But sadly … a jerk of epic proportions. I tried to give his dog a piece of my pear, and he grabbed my wrist and threatened to rip my arm off if I ever do it again.”

“Whoa … that fits then.” Kara tapped the edge of the can against her bottom lip and curled her straight black hair behind her ear.

“Fits?”

“Yeah. Missy’s up in her room, but we were talking about him before you got home. She heard from Cory that Slade’s a little shady. Maybe dealing. No one knows for sure. Apparently, he’s been seen on the regular coming home at all hours of the night. I guess he started his last year a few years back. A week into it, someone thought they saw him at a bar with his face totally fucked-up and his arm in a sling. He never returned to school … until now. I bet he owed someone some major cash but didn’t have it.”

I nodded. “Probably. I’m surprised he came back to finish school.”

“I’m sure he’s just using it all as a front to deal whatever shit he’s dealing. I’d stay away.”

I continued to nod slowly while staring at the marble tile floor between us. It seemed a little odd that someone clearly interested in the law would have a side job breaking said law.

“I’m serious, Livy. Don’t put yourself in danger just to piss off your dad.”

My gaze snapped up to Kara.

“Don’t give me that look, Liv. Your favorite pastime is making your dad mad.” She wasn’t wrong.

“Well, his favorite pastime is worrying about me way too much. Let’s get going.” My head jerked in the direction of the stairs.