Full Measures (6 page)

“Is it true?” I asked, sliding a glance at him. “About all that illegal racing stuff in high school?”

A muscle in his jaw twitched, flexed. “I left a lot of things behind when we moved from Arizona. It’s the benefit of moving. You get to start over, and what you used to do doesn’t define you anymore, or at least it’s not supposed to.”

Didn’t I know it. We’d moved more times than I had fingers to count. His phone buzzed on the console between us, and a discreet glance revealed the name, “Heather.” Yeah, I guess not much had changed on the girls-chasing-Josh front. It was a good reminder.

“Looks like you’re wanted.”

A smirk played at the corner of his lips. “Sure, by the ones not worth chasing.” He didn’t try to read the text, or even ask me to do it for him. He ignored it completely.

I let out an exasperated sigh. “Why are you doing this, anyway?”

“Taking a pretty girl out on a Friday night?” His hands flexed on the wheel; he knew darn well what I meant.

“Driving over two hours to take me to see my boyfriend.” Man, when I put it that way, why the hell
was
he doing it?

“Because it’s what you need.” His eyes didn’t leave the road, so he couldn’t notice the way I studied his profile in stunned silence. The cut angles of his face leaned more toward Grecian, less all-American than I originally thought, but that mouth of his . . . I shook my head to clear it of the thoughts I should not be having, especially with a text from Heather sitting between us. “Why are you with Riley, anyway?”

Well, that sure snapped me out of my Josh-watching. Riley. Right. “Because it’s what we do.” Once it was out of my mouth, I realized how stupid it sounded. “That came out wrong. That’s not what I meant.”

“Defensive much?”

I looked back to the road, only visible by the headlights. The snow falling softened everything around us, leaving us secluded. “I just meant that we have a plan, and we stick to it. We’ve been together over three years, and we have two more before graduation. Then Riley wants to go to law school so he can prep for politics. He wants to get married before law school.”

“Seems to be a lot of Riley in that plan.”

White hot frustration crept up my throat like acid, and I clenched my fists in my lap. Who was Josh Walker to question our plan? “There’s a lot of me, too.” Ouch, that did sound defensive. “I mean, I’m the one who wants to get married then, because I can’t see us going another few years before we finally have s— ” I abruptly cut myself off. Heat stung my cheeks. The car was dark, so he couldn’t see, couldn’t possibly know I was the exact shade of red as his Jeep’s paint job.

“Have what?” he questioned.

I didn’t answer.

He snapped his gaze to me, eyebrows arched in surprise. “You’re telling me that in three years, you haven’t had sex?”

“Eyes on the road!” I countered. He stifled a laugh and turned back to driving. My hands flexed open, closed, open, closed. “I can’t believe I just said that. You can’t say anything!”

“Are you a wait-for-marriage kind of girl?” There was no mocking in his tone. “It’s cool if you are, it’s just that three years is a long time to a guy.”

I shook my head. I’d already said this much, what was the harm in finishing the thought? Besides, it’s not like we ran into each other on campus or anything. “Riley wants to wait for marriage. He says it’s for me. You know, squeaky clean and perfect. He promises waiting will be worth it, and it’s important to him. It sucks, but everything will be
flawless
. . . like we planned. I guess he’s old-fashioned.”

“You don’t want to wait?”

This was crossing the line, so I shook my head in response.

His eyes raked down me briefly. “Riley must be a fucking saint.”

I hated how good that made me feel. It was Riley’s compliments I wanted, right? I’d been careful when I dressed tonight; after all, I’d had a plan, too. I was done waiting. What was the purpose when you didn’t know what tomorrow would bring?

My skinnies were tucked into my black boots, and I rocked a lacy camisole under a belted, low-cut gray sweater that Riley liked. My hair was up, the auburn mass quickly piled in a messy bun, but I’d been patient with my makeup. I had to stun him.

But I’d stunned Josh. I’d seen it when he’d opened my door for me. Watching those brown eyes widen with unmistakable hunger lit a tiny flame in a part of me I’d forgotten existed. He noticed me, desired me, and if I wasn’t careful, that tiny flame would burn me to the ground.

I cleared my throat, hoping to dissolve the tension and the topic. “So how do you like coaching?”

“It’s really been the highlight of these last couple years. Those boys are something else.” His lips quirked in a subconscious smile.

That didn’t add up. “But how could you be Gus’s hockey coach last year when you went to CU?” The two were hours apart.

“I’m a senior at CU Springs, not CU Boulder. I took some time off after I transferred.”

“But, I thought you had a hockey scholarship to Boulder?” He jerked his gaze to mine in surprise. “I did pay attention to the gossip of the infamous Josh Walker when we were in school. So why the Springs?”

His lips thinned. “Some things don’t work out.”

Subject closed. Got it.

I pulled out my phone to see if Kayla had responded to the text I’d sent her as we were leaving the Springs. I really hoped she could come up tonight. No response. That sucked. I could have really used my best friend.

We turned into the town of Breckenridge and made it through the quaint downtown without hitting any drunken pedestrians. Christmas break brought out the skiers to the slopes and the beer-seekers to the rooftop bars afterward. People who weren’t used to the high altitude were usually the first to regret their decision in the morning.

We curved through the town, turning where the GPS told us for Riley’s cabin. “This is his str—” My sentence cut off as we rounded the corner and were assaulted by a virtual parking lot of cars on each side of the road. “There’s no way they’re here for Riley.”

As we crept past the cabin with nowhere to park, it was clear they were
all
here for Riley. People milled on the wraparound deck, and I recognized a few of his fraternity brothers. “Hold on,” Josh warned before he pulled up onto a large, flat boulder and parked the car.

“Show off.” I couldn’t contain the laughter that bubbled out.

He slipped from the car and had my door open before I could undo my seatbelt. I looked down to see his arms outstretched for me. From the angle he’d parked, I needed his help to get out.

I swung my legs over, and he grasped my hips, lowering me against him without being suggestive, but awareness of his body caught my breath. This close to him, I only reached his collarbone, which was currently covered by a blue button-up shirt. He jumped off the boulder, lithe, and reached his hands back up for me.

A smile spread across my face before I launched myself into his arms. He caught me with an “umpf!” A laugh escaped him, the sound beautiful and open. “You keep Riley on his toes, don’t you, Ember?”

Josh carried me over the snow. “Not really. He doesn’t tease well.”

He shook his head as he lowered me to the snow-covered sidewalk. “Well, he’s missing out.” Snow came down in a thick curtain of white, and Josh picked a flake from my hair.

I took his hand to lead him up to the front door. I shouldn’t have wanted to touch him, but I did. I gave his hand a quick squeeze, and let go, telling myself I didn’t like it.
Liar.
“Come on, I’ll introduce you to—” A drunk girl stumbled down the steps, her girlfriends quick to catch her. “To the people I actually know,” I finished.

Dave Matthews Band blared through the house. The neighbors were a few acres away, but I was surprised they weren’t upset by the party. We slid past the people lining the stairs up to the deck.

Inside the house was just as crowded as the deck, like someone was trying to break the world record for the most college students crammed inside an A-frame cabin. I headed over to the first group I recognized, a frat brother of Riley’s and his girlfriend, whose room was on my floor.

“Hey, Charlotte!” I called out as she jumped up to hug me.

“Ember!” Her beer sloshed over the Solo cup, but I artfully dodged before it ruined my outfit. Her embrace was fierce before she pulled back. “Ember, I’m so sorry about your dad.”

“Yeah, Ember,” Scott slurred from the couch, his eyes hooded. “That totally blows.”

“Thanks,” I responded, not wanting to let it in. I was escaping the grief tonight; I couldn’t afford to let it take another piece of me. I needed a few hours of respite. “This is Josh.”

Josh stepped forward, shaking Scott’s hand and smiling at Charlotte, who just about stripped him with her eyes. I couldn’t blame her; Josh had that effect on girls. At least, he had in high school, and my guess was not much had changed.

“Josh Walker!” A girl who looked like her breasts were about to pop free of her low-cut shirt at any moment waved above the crowd.

“Of course you would know a girl here,” I muttered in his direction.

He flashed a grin. “Oh, more than one, Ember. Give me a second?”

“Yeah, of course. I’m just going to find Riley.”

I watched him cross the room and sweep the blonde up in a giant hug. An unwelcome twinge of jealousy soured my mouth.

“Josh?” Charlotte asked with appraisal, slipping into her boy-ranking mode.

“He’s a friend of mine from high school,” I answered.

“Yum.” She smiled, and I wanted to smack her. “Does Kayla know you’re here?”

“No, I sent her a text to see what she was up to tonight, but I drove up to surprise Riley.”

“She probably never got it since she accidentally took her phone swimming in the hot tub this afternoon. It’s toast.”

“You’ve all been here since this afternoon?” I asked just as a familiar hulking body pressed up against me, his hand reaching around my waist to steady himself. “Hey, Drew.”

His breath reeked. “Riley’s upstairs, said he needed some quiet.”

I nodded and tried to discreetly step out of Drew’s grasp. He followed my step. “How was the drive up?”

“Long, Drew—”

Josh stepped smoothly between us, making Drew drop his grip on my waist long enough for me to escape.

“You okay?” Josh asked as we headed up the stairs.

“Drew is a little handsy, but nothing to worry about.” More people lined the balcony that overlooked the great room. The whole freaking fraternity was here?

“Ember . . .” they all muttered, giving me their man-your-life-sucks look. I smiled back as brightly as I could. I wasn’t thinking about it tonight, yet everywhere I turned, those who knew me were giving me their brave face. I could keep my thoughts off Dad, but I couldn’t control everyone else’s.

“Who’s your girlfriend?” I asked.

“Girlfr—? Oh, Whitney? Just someone I met up with a time or two.”
Met up with. Had sex. The norm.

“Whoa! Ember!” Another frat brother, Greg, stopped us in the hallway. “Um, did Riley know you were coming?”

“Nope! I’m here to surprise him.”

“Just let me tell him you’re here . . .” He moved to step in front of me, blocking the way to the room where I’d slept weekends away for the last few years.

How freaking weird. “Greg, I’m good.” I slid past him and opened the door to Riley’s bedroom.

“Oh! Excuse me!” I laughed through my shock. I’d walked in on a couple using Riley’s bed, and from the motion of the girl taking control, they were definitely having sex. Her jet black hair fell in waves with her head thrown back.

They were so lost in each other that they didn’t hear me, and the door clicked softly as I shut it with a giggle. “Oh. My. God.”

I turned, leaning my head back against the door as I laughed uncontrollably, and I liked it. I liked letting go and finding something humorous. Once I stopped, the looks of shock on Josh and Greg’s face registered. “What?”

Greg blushed scarlet, contrasting with his blond hair. “Ember, I’m so sorry.”

“I could fucking kill him,” Josh rumbled, low and slow. The shade of his eyes darkened from brown to nearly black, a fierce glint taking over.

“What? Why? Who cares—”

It clicked. Black hair the shade of which I’d only seen on one girl. My roommate. “Kayla.” Kayla was in Riley’s bed. With . . . “No,” I whispered, shaking my head in denial.

I whipped around, shoving open the door as quickly as I could manage. This time, I didn’t bother being quiet. Kayla was on top, gyrating until she heard the door slam against the opposite wall. “What the hell!”

She turned, giving those of us in the doorway a full shot of her naked breasts, which were easily two sizes larger than mine. I looked past to see the one thing I didn’t want to.

Riley was underneath her.
Inside her.

My breath left me in a defeated rush, and Josh caught me as I stumbled out of the door backward, desperate to get away. Pain, raw and gaping, clawed its way through me, ripping what was left of my heart open to bleed out. I stifled the scream that was frantic to escape, to make my agony known.

“Ember?” Riley scrambled from the bed, and I saw him naked for the first time in our three-year relationship.

I thrust my hand out in front of me, like that could ward him off. This. Was. Not. Happening.

“Ember!” Kayla shouted, wrapping herself in the thousand-thread-count sheets I’d bought Riley last summer.

The shock waned, replaced by boiling hot anger that welled beneath my eyes, flushing my skin with rage and betrayal. “Oh, you do remember me?” I stayed as calm as I could manage as they furiously threw on clothes. “Good to know, because as of this moment, I forget both of you.”

I shut the door and backed into the hallway, taking a deep breath. I closed my eyes and counted. Five. Four. Three. Two. One.

Over.

I opened my eyes and nodded my head. This was done. I would not cry, or break down, not where they could see me. I wouldn’t be
that
girl.

“Can I get you out of here?” Josh asked. “Before I destroy that asshole?”

I turned around and smiled. “Yes, please, if you wouldn’t mind.”