All I Want(56)

“Then they would’ve already walked in on us.”

When her mouth fell open in horror at the thought, he shook his head. “It’s probably Kaylie again. With the kittens.”

“Oh yeah.” She put a hand to her heart and let out a big breath. “Right.” She gave him the once-over, her gaze stuttering to a stop at his groin area.

He flashed another smile. “Say the word,” he murmured, reaching for her.

“Word,” she whispered, and then sagged against him like he made her knees weak. Liking that way too much, he pulled her in.

“Wait, no,” she gasped, pulling back. “Oh my God, all my brain cells are gone. Go get some more clothes!”

Holding eye contact, he cupped her head and kissed her. He’d meant it to be a light kiss, a thank-you for the most amazing evening kiss, but the wires got crossed in his brain and before he knew it he was in deep and completely lost.

She pulled back first, eyes glazed. She blinked a few times. “Um. Where were we?”

He had no idea.

She shook her head and suddenly her eyes were solemn. She touched her kiss-swollen lips. “That felt . . . serious.”

Yeah. It had.

“Did you mean it to be serious?” she asked.

Did he? Christ, he was confused. Not a comfortable state for him. When he didn’t answer, couldn’t because he had no idea what to say, she blew out a breath and held up a hand. “Never mind. Strike that from the record. In the moment, right?”

He looked into her eyes, saw how much she regretted her question, saw so many, many things, all of which pinched his heart. “Zoe—”

“Right, then,” she said.

He opened his mouth, undoubtedly to say something stupid, but she tilted her chin up, nodded once like her decision was final, and . . . headed toward the front door without another word.

Which reminded him he was bare-assed. He took the stairs at a quick clip, and at the top he glanced back down at her.

She had one hand on the door handle but was watching him move with just the slightest bit of a smirk on her face.

And that was when he knew. She’d been okay before him, and she would be okay after him. She was a survivor. And hell, maybe he’d overthought his impact on her life or his importance to her.

Maybe it was him who was going to get hurt.

On that uncomfortable note, he went to his bedroom and met his reflection’s gaze in the mirror over the dresser. Yeah. He was the one who was going to get hurt. “You’re an idiot,” he said.

His reflection didn’t disagree.

He hit the shower, the entire time thinking of the tough, beautiful Zoe, looking at him, waiting for him to say they could make a go of this, her gaze filled with what he knew was a rare vulnerability.

Because of him.

And then how easily she’d seemed to decide to move on. That thought was so deeply disturbing, he started to go find her, but his phone buzzed. A text from Amory.

You’re not here yet.





With a sigh, he called her.

“Parker!” she yelled in his ear. “Are you on your way?”

“No,” he said regretfully. “Listen, it’s not going to be soon.”

“But it has to be. You said a week and I got everything ready so you have to come.”

Uh-oh. “I never said a week, Amory. What did you get ready?”

Silence.

And silence when it came to Amory was never a good thing. “Am? Talk to me.”

“No! You don’t love me, either!”

And then she hung up.

He tried calling her back, but she didn’t answer. He left her a text and an e-mail.

More nothing.

Shit. For anyone other than his sister, he might’ve just given it a few days and tried again. But this was Amory, and though her moods were pure and one hundred percent genuine, they were also mercurial. He stared at his phone for a while, trying to talk himself into letting it go. But the last time he’d let it go, she’d run away from home and managed to get herself on a bus to D.C. to come see him, where she’d gotten herself mugged.

Shit.

He called his dad. His dad was usually more reasonable than his mom.

“Son,” his dad answered. “Been a long time.”

Two months. Parker had called on his mom’s birthday and caught them in the middle of dinner with friends. It had been a good call as far as these things went mostly because with their friends listening, neither his mom nor dad had wanted to reveal any rift. “Dad. How are you? How’s Mom?”

“She’s right here, son. I’ve got you on speaker.”

Parker grimaced. “Great,” he lied. “Hi, Mom.”

“Did you know?” his mom asked. “Did you know what Amory was up to?”

He scrubbed a hand over his face. “That depends on what she’s up to. She just told me she’d had something planned for when I came but I’m not able to leave right now—”

“Right, so now she’s decided to go see you.”

Damn. “No,” he said. “I was just talking to her and—”

“Parker, how could you?” his mom asked. “She can’t travel on her own, you know that, and yet you persist in putting these crazy ideas in her head. After last time—” She broke off and started to cry.