“That’s because you were moving in the other direction, but it was enough.”He looked into her eyes.“I wanted to meet you.”He wrapped his hand around the nape of her neck.“I wanted to have you.”
Her hand settled on his chest, right over his heart.“You once told me there was only one thing you wanted out of Underhill.”
He smiled and brushed a kiss over her lips.“I think I just got it.”
Epilogue
One month later
“Did Roxie say what she wanted?”Cam asked.
“No, but it sounded important.She seemed edgy.”
Lexie looked around with concern.They were at The Ruckus in the middle of the afternoon.The place was quiet and the neon beer signs were dimmed.Rather than a bass thumping through the sidewalk, birds were chirping overhead.It made the bar seem lifeless, but her sister had called not half an hour ago, asking to meet.
“Isn’t she always?”he muttered.
“Not edgy edgy.She sounded anxious andcryptic.”
“That’s not good.”
No, it wasn’t.Lexie caught Cam’s hand and started walking towards the bar.He wove his fingers through hers and sealed their palms together.He moved closer, but it wasn’t danger that Lexie sensed.She didn’t know what it was.She couldn’t put her finger on it, but she’d picked up on her twin’s mood.Something was off, not quite right.
As if sensing her unease, Cam began walking faster.They reached the bar quickly, and he pulled on the door handle.The place wasn’t locked.The door swung open, and he let her enter first.Lexie immediately began searching for her sister.The lighting was dim, though, and her eyes were slow to adjust.
“Finally,” Roxie exclaimed.“What took you so long?”
She was at the bar, but she covered the distance to the front door in record time.She was wearing low-riding jeans and a purple halter top that showed off her figure.For once, her feet weren’t adorned with leather boots.She wore flip-flops instead, but that just showed off her toe rings.It was classic Roxie.
And yet, it wasn’t.
She seemed different, a little off-kilter.She tended to let her hair go curly, but today it was extra wild, as if she’d pulled her hands through it a couple dozen times.Her face was pale, and she’d chewed off her red lipstick.
That, more than anything, made Lexie nervous.“What is it?What’s wrong?”
“Mmm, nothing necessarily.”Roxie raked her fingers through her hair, showing just how it had gotten that way.Not having anything else to do, she pointed at a table.“Sit.Do you want something to drink?Water?Soda?”
“I’ll take a beer.”
She jumped.“Oh hey, Hatchet.I didn’t see you there.”
“Evil Twin,” Cam said with a nod.
“Beer, right.”She turned.“Lexie?”
“A Diet Coke is fine.”The bar was exactly as it had been the first time Lexie had stormed in here.The chairs were all sitting upside down on the tables, except for one that Roxie had readied for them.The jukebox was silent, and Skeeter and Charlie were nowhere to be found.The scene looked ready for an intervention—or a confession.
Roxie chewed at her lip.“Are you sure you don’t want something stronger?”
Lexie frowned.“Am I going to need it?”
“I’ll get the bourbon.”
Roxie hurried behind the bar as Lexie watched in confusion.Her sister’s behavior was making the skin on the back of her neck prickle.She was not good with suspense or secrets, especially not after the summer she’d had.Already, her thoughts were running down a hundred different trails.Had Julian done something?Had Roxie gone to the tabloids even when she’d promised not to?
Lexie narrowed her eyes as she watched her twin work behind the bar.There was already a half-empty glass on the counter.She cocked her foot back on its heel.She’d never known Roxie to drink during the day, although she really hadn’t known her sister for that long.
What would make a person drink hard liquor at two o’clock in the afternoon?
