Strings of the Heart (Runaway Train #3)(29)

“The newspaper wants to get a picture of us.”

When Rhys scowled, I nudged him forward. “Go on. Your adoring public awaits you.”

“I would happily like to tell my adoring public to get bent,” he said, in a low voice.

I couldn’t help giggling. “Why don’t you give me your keys, and I’ll wait at the car.”

He cocked his brows questioningly at me. “I think you’re just trying to abscond with my car.”

“Could be. Guess you’ll have to wait and see.”

Rhys laughed as he dug a ticket out of his pants pocket. “Go ahead and have the valet bring it around. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“No problem.”

As I started out of the study, I ran into Vivian in the hallway. “Leaving, dear?”

“Yeah, Rhys and I are going to get some dinner.”

She grinned. “Have fun. Oh, and do something I would do.”

I couldn’t help laughing at her audacity. The truth was I would be happy to do all the wicked and naughty things Vivian could possibly do if only Rhys was willing. Being in his arms earlier, if only momentarily, felt so damn good. I couldn’t help but wonder if he had any idea what he did to me. Ugh, I hated feeling this mixed up and neurotic. I had to remember that I was strong, beautiful, confident, and that there was no reason why Rhys shouldn’t want to be with me.

As I handed over the ticket to the valet, I silently said a wish for strength so I could get my man.

Chapter Five

Out the entire evening, the highlight for me was sitting in a tux at B&D’s, stuffing my face with a burger and fries, with a beautiful girl across from me. Once we devoured our food and had gotten enough odd looks from the other patrons because of our formal wear, we headed back to Allison’s place. I stopped off and picked up a six-pack on the way.

After I parked the car, I turned to Allison who hadn’t made a move to get out yet. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m a little scared to go inside.”

Twisting in my seat to see her better, I asked, “What do you mean?”

She giggled. “I have a feeling that Cassie and her date might be banging on the couch. They were already making out on my bed earlier tonight.”

“Damn,” I muttered, trying to rid myself of any thoughts of Cassie having sex.

After Allison got out of the car, she glanced up at the clear sky filled with stars. “It’s such a pretty night. Why don’t we have our drinks out on the veranda?”

“Sounds good to me, Scarlett,” I teased.

“Oh, shut up. Like you don’t have a veranda yourself,” she said, as we started around the side of the house.

“Why of course we have a veranda. I just like to be uncouth and call it a back porch.”

Allison laughed, causing my chest to have an odd clenching feeling. I’m not sure why I cared so much that she found me amusing. But more than hearing her laugh, I loved making her laugh. “What is it about being in Savannah that makes me want to talk and act like a proper Southerner?” she asked.

“I’m not sure. But the city certainly has some kind of pull on you,” I replied, as I uncapped a beer and handed it to her.

“Think it’s the voodoo?”

I snorted. “Could be.” I then raised my beer up to the full moon. “Here’s to all the voodoo and hoodoo that makes Savannah what it is.”

Thrusting up her longneck, Allison said, “To the hoodoo and voodoo.” Then she took a long swig of the beer.

I sat the six-pack on the table, and then we eased down onto the porch swing. For a while we sat in silence, merely listening to the heave and sigh of the swing. Turning my head, I eyed her profile in the moonlight. “You know, I just keep learning more and more about you, Allie-Bean.”

“And precisely what did you learn about me tonight?”

I swallowed a large gulp of beer. Then I grinned at her. “First of all, you become a tough little cookie when provoked.”

Allison threw back her shoulders and huffed out a breath. “She was a bitch. No, actually, she was a cunt,” she replied.

Beer spewed out of my mouth onto the tiled floor. “Holy shit, did you just say cunt?”

Giggling, she ducked her head. “Yeah, maybe.”

“Okay, chalk that up as something else I’ve learned tonight. You can have a real potty mouth when you want to.”

She smirked at me. “Like I didn’t learn it from my big brother?”

“Well, that’s probably true,” I conceded.

“So what else did you learn about me?” Allison prompted.

“Well, besides the fact you can go from genteel to raging bitch in a few seconds, I found out that you can handle your own in a tough social situation like that. And you certainly know how to dress to impress.”

“Thank you,” she murmured softly.

“Most of all, I’ve learned you are a woman of many complexities, and it’s very intriguing.”

Her mouth made a perfect little “O” at my declaration. Everything I said was the truth. In the last thirty-six hours, I truly had come to see Allison in an entirely different light. It was hard imagining that I’d known her seven years and not realized it at all. Not only was she a woman now, but she was a very interesting one. I wasn’t even sure Jake was aware of all the many facets that made up her character.