Still, I shoved a hand through my hair and tried to think. Leaving sounded easy enough, but where would I go?
A hotel?
As if I had the money.
My sister's place?
Thatwould'vebeen the plan, if only she were in town.
I was still running through my options when Jack said, "Becka."
I jumped at the sound of my name. "What?"
"You're not packing."
"I know, because I'm thinking."
"So do both," he said.
I sighed. On this, he was right, too. After all, it would take me at least a half-hour to gather up my stuff. Surely by then, I'd know where I was going.
But for now, I was simply going crazy.
Some of this was Jack's fault. Not only had he just assaulted my scuzz-bucket of a roommate, he was distracting the heck out of me.
Some people go for movie stars. Or rock stars. Or hell, even reality TV stars. But me? I'd had my nose crammed in one book or another for as long as I could recall. Some of those books were better than others.
But seven years ago at the ripe old age of seventeen, I'd fallen head-over-heels in love – withhisbooks, sprawling medieval tales that were beyond brutal, and yet sometimes so beautiful they almost made me cry.
It was totally insane. Jack was only a few years older than I was. In fact, he'd just turned thirty-one last month.And how did I know this?
I'd read it on the internet, of course.
Now, he was glowering down at me like I was a bratty kid refusing to clean my room.
I wasn't bratty. I was just confused.
Hell, I'd been confused ever since showing up on my sister's doorstep four hours ago, only to encounter someone who definitely didn't belong.
Andthatwas putting it mildly.
Chapter 2
Becka – Four Hours Earlier
Un-freaking-believable.
I stared up at the half-naked floozy who was blocking the mansion's front door. Okay, floozy was an old-fashioned word, but that's exactly what she was – a total freaking floozy – unless I was planning to dive for the gutter and call her something a whole lot worse.
Slut.
After all, shehadto know exactly who she was screwing – Flynn Archer, a guy who was already engaged – tomysister.
The bastard.
Not her.Him.
Obviously.
