Chaos series by Kristen Ashley (Page 16)
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“Shy bet you for your cookies.”
I grinned back and muttered, “Shut up.”
“Maybe Shy isn’t as sharp as Tack thinks he is,” she remarked.
“I warned him, he said he wanted cookies.”
Something else flashed in her eyes again before she hid it—again—and I gave her that play. I did this because when I needed my own head space, she gave it to me. It would be uncool not to return the favor.
“Okay, this is the plan,” she declared. “I take your car and the cookies to the roast. I tell everyone you aren’t feeling great and ask one of the guys to bring your car back tomorrow. You take tonight to relax and reflect.” She grinned. “Or not reflect and just relax. Whatever you need. Then, in your time, when you’re ready, you find your way to connect with Shy and share gratitude. He’ll know by the cookies you didn’t forget.”
That sounded like a plan and, as usual, Tyra sorted me out.
“Thanks, Ty-Ty,” I said softly.
“Anytime, honey,” she replied softly then shifted to move off the bed, ordering, “Right. Cookies.”
I rolled off my side, got her my keys and the cookies, got her long hug at the door and locked it after she was gone.
I moved back to my room, changed into a nightie and my robe, washed the makeup off my face and went to the kitchen. I grabbed the leftover chocolate from Christmas that I had a lot of. Tyra went nuts with stockings at Christmas, and not just with Rider and Cut, who expected Santa to go bonkers, but also with me and my older brother, Rush, who were too old for Santa. It was three months old but I was going to eat it.
I took it to the couch, sorted out my Hitchcock marathon, and scared myself silly through Rebecca and Rear Window before falling asleep among a mountain of green, red, gold, and silver foil during The Birds.
Chapter Three
It Was Family
The bell at my door rang. I jumped and foil wrappers went flying.
I saw blue screen on my TV and stared at it fuzzily for a second before I grabbed my remote, hit Off, and the screen went blank. My eyes went to the DVD player and I saw it was just coming on nine in the morning.
The bell sounded again, and I turned my head to look at the door.
“Who could that be?” I muttered, straightening from the couch amid a fall of silver, gold, red, and green.
It wasn’t quite nine, and I grew up Chaos. This meant I knew that my people didn’t often see that hour and definitely not after a hog roast. Not even if they got a wild hair with being worried about me and popped by, which happened more than occasionally lately.
I moved to the door, rolled up on my toes, and looked out the peephole.
Then I stopped breathing.
Shy was out there, his head tipped down looking at his boots, but even with head tipped down, face mostly obscured, he still looked hot.
Crap!
Now what did I do?
As I stared out the peephole, his head came up, his brows drawn, and he looked at the door. I was a little surprised he didn’t look pissed or impatient. Instead, he looked a little perplexed and a little concerned.
He lifted his hand and no bell this time, he knocked. Loud.
Oh God.
What did I do?
Before my mind figured it out, my feet took me running toward my hall, then they shifted me and sent me back to the door while my mouth shouted, “Coming!”
Okay, I didn’t know what to do but my feet and mouth did, and apparently that was acting like a dork.
I hit the door, unlocked the locks, threw it open, and standing there was all the hotness that was Parker “Shy” Cage.
My belly flipped.
Crap.
“What are you doin’—?” I started but didn’t finish.
I didn’t finish because his hand snaked out, hooked me at the back of my head, and yanked me forward into a forced face plant to his chest. The instant I was there, his other arm wrapped around my waist, he shuffled us in and kicked the door closed with his boot.
Then I felt his lips hit my hair and I went completely still.
I did this because my dad put his lips to my hair when he was holding me close and talking to me.
I liked it. I always liked it.
But this, with Shy, I loved it.
“Cherry said you felt shit, sugar. You feelin’ better?” he asked into my hair.
“Um… yeah,” I mumbled into his chest, seeing as this was my only choice since my face was smushed there.
His lips left my hair but he didn’t back away when he remarked, “Uh, Tab, just sayin’. You feel shit, eatin’ a mountain of three-month-old Christmas candy might not be the way to go.”
Obviously he spied my fall of candy wrappers.
He was also being funny but I didn’t laugh, though I did smile into his chest.
His hand at the back of my head slipped down to my neck. I pulled my face out of his tee and looked up at him.
Yes, concern, hotness… no, more accurately extreme hotness. That was it.
“You aren’t pissed at me?”
Yep. That was what came right out of my mouth.
His brows drew together. “Pissed at you?”
He seemed perplexed and I wondered, if he was confused about why he should be pissed, if I should enlighten him.
As was often the case with me, my mouth decided before my brain did and it started blathering.
“For not, um… when you were so cool with me that night, me not calling to say thanks for being so cool, which was uncool.”
His face relaxed, his startling green eyes grew warm and he replied quietly, “Baby, bein’ your safe harbor doesn’t come with me gettin’ pissed when you gotta do what you gotta do when you gotta do it. It also doesn’t come with me expecting you to explain why you did what you had to do. Bein’ your safe harbor means lettin’ you do what you gotta do when you gotta do it and not gettin’ pissed.”
That was a good answer.
And cool.
And sweet.
Crap.
He gave me a squeeze, let me go, then moved around me, sauntering with his long, lanky, loose-limbed, biker badass grace toward my couch, saying, “You’re feelin’ better, I’ll make you breakfast.”
I wasn’t listening, and this was mostly because I was engaged in watching him moving, bending, and scooping up Christmas candy wrappers, balling them into his fist. As I was occupied with this, I also was wondering how he could be all long, lanky, loose-limbed, biker badass while cleaning up Christmas candy wrappers. Further, as I always did around Shy even when I was holding my grudge, I was thinking he was all kinds of handsome. Thick, dark, overlong hair. Strong jaw that was so cut, it jutted out a bit at the hinges. Those green eyes. The Chaos tats on the insides of his forearms. The small silver medallions hanging from thin, black leather cords around his neck. The flat, black leather straps around his wrists that had thick, silver bands punched with insignias. The chunky silver rings on his fingers.
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