This Heart of Mine. Brenda Novak

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СКАЧАТЬ small, maybe a hundred pounds, but she’s not flat or anything,” Kyle told her. “She’s got a really nice, um, figure.”

      “I see.” As Kirsten turned to sort through the rest of the dresses, Riley shot Kyle a dirty look.

      “What?” Kyle murmured.

       “She’s got a really nice figure?”

      He spread out his hands. “It’s the truth!”

      “A hundred pounds isn’t much,” Kirsten mused, concentrating hard enough that she seemed oblivious to what they were saying behind her. “I haven’t weighed that since I was twelve. So...I’m thinking a two.”

      “That’ll work,” Kyle said, but he would’ve responded the same way no matter what she recommended. They had no idea what they were doing.

      “Here we go.” A pleasant smile curved her lips. “Will there be anything else?”

      “We’d like one more outfit,” Riley said.

      “For the same woman?” she asked.

      “Yes.”

      She draped the dress over her arm. “Something similar to this or...?”

      “Maybe some shorts?”

      “Got it.”

      When she set off to fulfill Riley’s request, Kyle lowered his voice. “What about underwear?”

      “What about it?”

      “Don’t you think we should get her some?”

      “Hell, no!” He wasn’t about to look at lingerie with Phoenix in mind.

      At his unequivocal response, Kyle frowned. “Look, I’m not an only child, like you. I have a sister, so maybe I’m more comfortable with this. But a woman’s got to have underwear. And we passed a Victoria’s Secret store. I say we stop there on our way out, grab a handful of panties and a bra and be done with it.”

      Riley stretched his neck. To continue to refuse would only make him seem immature. Kyle was just being practical. But Riley had slept with Phoenix. Of course he’d conjure up images and memories best forgotten. He’d been with only one other girl before her, an older girl who’d approached him at a party with one thing in mind. It had been more of an initiation than anything. But as much as he didn’t want to acknowledge it, even to himself, what he’d experienced with Phoenix had been different—all about mutual discovery and young love. She didn’t realize it, but their breakup had been almost as hard on him. He’d trusted his parents to know what was best for him, and yet he’d never felt sure they were right. “No one had better find out about this.”

      Kyle slapped him on the back. “They won’t.”

      “Including her.”

      “It’s a doorbell ditch. She’ll never catch us.”

      “We’re not ringing the damn bell. She can find whatever we leave in the morning. It’s not like it’s going to rain.”

      The saleswoman was on her way back, arms full. “Do you like any of these?”

      Kyle sifted through the various styles of shorts and shirts she’d collected. “I bet the cutoffs would look nice.”

      The saleswoman seemed pleased with his choice. “Would you like to purchase them, too? Maybe with this purple shirt?”

      He scratched his head. “I’m not sure about the shirt. I’m not big on purple.”

      As they walked over to see about getting the shirt in a different color, Riley wandered through the rest of the store. They’d already bought Phoenix an expensive pair of running shoes, some flip-flops, a pair of “skinny” jeans and a white, lacy tank top. As far as he was concerned, except for underwear, they were finished. But when he turned around to go over to the register, he caught sight of an aquamarine top that looked as if it would match those stormy eyes of hers.

      “You coming?” Kyle called.

      Riley almost walked off without it. They had enough. But at the last second, he changed his mind and went back.

      “Do you want that instead of the pink one we just got?” Kyle asked when he saw what Riley was carrying.

      “No, we’ll get this one, too,” he replied. “I’m sure she could use an extra top.”

      “You’re spending a lot of money,” his friend complained.

      “What are you talking about?” He took out his wallet. “I’m paying half, so you’re still in it for less than you planned.”

      “That’s all well and good. But I don’t want you to blame me later for what this cost you, just because it was my idea. You’re the one who’s running up the bill. You insisted on getting the more expensive tennis shoes.” He checked the tag on the shirt. “And this is sixty dollars!”

      They could swing sixty bucks for someone who’d never had much of anything. He’d used the same rationale when considering the running shoes. Although he was probably a fool for getting involved in this—it made Phoenix sympathetic to him when he was hoping to keep her at a distance—he was starting to get excited now that they were finished with all the style and size choices. He kept imagining the relief these things would bring her, and that made him feel good despite the ambiguity of the past—or perhaps because of it. “It’ll only be thirty dollars since we’re splitting it,” he said, and watched the salesgirl ring it up.

4

      A noise startled Phoenix. Earlier she’d awakened with a crick in her neck after nodding off at her desk and had stumbled to her bed, where she’d been sleeping ever since. She’d gotten very little rest the past few days; she’d been too busy, too anxious, too worried. Apparently, her exhaustion had overcome all of that. But she was still uneasy enough not to allow herself to sink too deeply into unconsciousness. At the back of her mind were those letters from Lori Mansfield’s family and the threats they contained. This was their town, they’d said. Lori’s town. Phoenix had no idea if Buddy, the brother who’d sent the worst of the letters, would actually “make her sorry,” as he claimed. But this sound...it wasn’t just the dogs, although she could hear them barking from her mother’s trailer.

      She blinked into the darkness as the wooden steps leading to her door creaked again. Was someone looking for a way in? The fact that finding one wouldn’t be hard made her supremely aware of her own vulnerability. She’d opened her windows because it had been so warm in the afternoon and she didn’t have a working air conditioner. Then she’d been too out of it to remember to close them when she went to bed. Buddy could easily cut the screen on the large living room window beside the steps and hoist himself through...

      Her heart in her throat, Phoenix scrambled out of bed and rummaged around until she found the bat she’d brought in from the yard her first night back. It was all she had to defend herself with, but she was determined that she would not let Buddy stop her from being part of Jacob’s life. She’d suffered enough for what had happened to Lori Mansfield. Since she СКАЧАТЬ