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at the corner of her eye when he complimented me. Was she jealous?
      
“I’ll be back in a bit.” Branden opened the front door and stepped outside,
hauling me along.
      
“Bye, Moya,” Mrs. McCarthy finally said.
      
I smiled politely and walked outside, eager to get out of that atmosphere.
      
      
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
    CHAPTER
SEVEN

    Branden
     
       Life had to be messing with me; because I was almost convinced my
parents were starting to work on their marriage. Tonight’s uncomfortable
tension proved otherwise. What the hell happened? They seemed fine earlier
before I left to go pick up Moya. I could only imagine what was running through
her mind now.
      
She seemed awfully quiet, staring out the windshield at the dark, still water.
I’d driven out to the docks so we could talk a bit before I brought her home.
And maybe break it to her easy that I wanted to start playing hockey again next
semester.
      
“What’s up?” I asked, turning off the engine.
      
Startled, Moya spun her head fast and stared at me with doe eyes. “Nothing,”
she breathed. “Just thinking how peaceful it is out here. I never used to
appreciate stuff like this, you know? My life used to be all about working hard
to be successful and making my momma proud. I never used to take the time to
enjoy anything, not even my accomplishments so far.”
      
I stroked her soft cheek. She covered my hand. “I’m glad I gave you a chance,
and I’m sorry I made it so hard.”
      
“Yeah, you got that right,” I joked.
      
Moya sucked her teeth and punched me playfully on the arm. “I told you, it’s
not easy for me to trust someone.”
      
“I know. I’m happy you trust me now, because I most certainly trust you.”
      
Her face turned serious all of a sudden. She began to stare at the dashboard,
her mind drifting away.
      
I guided her chin back to me.
      
“Give your dad a call,” I suggested, thinking that might be the reason for her
troubled expression.
      
She feigned a smile. “I thought you said not to force it.”
      
“Yeah, but it’s obvious you want to, you’re just being your usual stubborn
self.”
      
Pursing her lips, Moya cocked her head to the side and said in a stern tone,
“I’m not being stubborn.”
       “ Right .”
      
“I’m not,” she insisted.
      
I brushed the fallen curls from her forehead. “Babe, come on. How long are you
going to do this to yourself?”
      
“Do what?” she sounded agitated now.
      
“Try to be so tough all the time.”
      
“Whatever,” she shook her head. “I wasn’t even thinking about my dad so I don’t
know why you brought up calling him.”
      
I furrowed my forehead, confused. “Because you seem bothered
by something.”
      
For the first time since the day we had lunch together at the campus café, Moya
started to pick at her fingernails and peered around into space. She seemed to
be considering hard, and adamant about keeping whatever it was a secret, from
me. Well, I shouldn’t be too concerned. In time, she would shatter and confess.
      
Still, I was curious as to why she continued falling into these quiet spells.
      
“Tell me what’s on your mind,” I said, trying to read her body language.
      
She looked at me in that seductive way that aroused every part of me. I
dismissed my inquisition and heaved her over the middle console, hungrily
devouring her lips.
      
The kiss didn’t stop there. I moved down to her neck and ran my lips against her
almond fragrant skin. I wanted her so bad, even more after hearing her release
a light moan.
      
Moya tugged at my jacket, getting her warm hands underneath my shirt to feel my
skin. I felt relieved I’d been working out; the firmness of my abs must have
thrilled her. She started to run her fingers up, caressing me. But then she
touched the scar on my chest, a souvenir of a frightening time, and just