“Life’s generally depressing,” she said thoughtfully. She took a deep breath and let it out in a rush. “Anyway, it’s still in the early stages. I like to write in bits and pieces, and stitch them together afterward, when the narrative arc is more complete in my mind.”
“Hmm.”
She smiled. “You don’t care, do you?”
“I don’t understand any of it, but it don’t mean I don’t care.”
She settled back deeper into the chair. “We’re opposites, you and me. You live life, and I write about it.”
He found that sad, for some reason.
“We’re having a party,” he said, “a big Halloween party. Lots of guys coming in from out of town. We’re gonna ride through town ahead of time. You should come.”
She studied him. “Does that mean you want me to come?” A nervous edge in her voice, doubt.
“Yeah. I want you to come.”
“Can I think about it?”
His heart sank. “Yeah, baby, you can think about it.”
Seventeen
“Samantha.”
Sam halted in her tracks, tried to keep her smile in check, and turned around.
Ava came down the campus sidewalk toward her, leggings, boots, leather jacket, another of her usual dark ensembles, hair caught up in the wind. How different they looked, and both of them attached to bikers.
The thought ofattachedsent heat zinging through her belly, widened her smile.
Oh God, but she was totally in love with Aidan.
Ava grinned, the expression full of her brother’s feral charm. There was no denying their relation. Half-blooded, but strong blood. “I need to talk to you,” she said, grin becoming wicked as she reached Sam and they fell into step together.
“I figured.”
“You and my brother.”
“Yes.”
“What’s going on there?”
Sam smiled.
“Aha.”
“No, notaha. Things are…going.”
Ava laughed. “So you two are…”
“Uh-huh.”
“Did he tell you about the party?”
“He invited me, actually.”
Ava whistled, and Sam’s heart skipped.
