Read Games of the Heart Online
Authors: Kristen Ashley
He was belting himself in his SUV when his phone at his ass rang. He pulled it out, looked at the display, grinned, hit the button and put it to his ear.
“Angel,” he muttered.
“Told you I’d call,” Dusty replied.
Mike burst out laughing.
* * * * *
Clarisse walked out of her room to go to the kitchen to get some chips.
On bare feet, she walked down the carpeted halls but stopped dead when she heard her Dad’s voice sounding funny talking on the phone.
“You home safe, Angel?”
Angel?
Who was Angel?
“Good,” Clarisse heard her Dad say softly. “What?” he went on. “Yeah. They’re home. Got home about fifteen minutes ago. You settled in?” A pause then another weird, soft, “Good.” Silence for a while then a slightly surprised, “You’re gonna work now?” Pause then, “What time is it there?” Another pause then, “You do that a lot?” Pause then a low chuckle and, “It clears out your head, darlin’, then do it.” There was some silence before more soft chuckles then, “You come back, you do that, honey. But I’ll expect you to bring a large-sized vase, not try to fork some of that medium shit on me.”
That was so her Dad. He got ticked when she cursed but she heard him do it all the time when he didn’t think she was listening.
Her ears pricked up when he kept talking.
“In a bit, gotta help No with his homework. You want, I’ll call you later.” Pause then low, soft and
really
weird, “That’s a definite plan, sweetheart.”
“Jesus, Rees, you eavesdroppin’ on Dad?”
Clarisse whirled and saw her brother standing behind her staring at her like he always stared at her. Like she’d been beamed there from a different planet.
She narrowed her eyes, put one finger to her lips and with her other hand in his chest she shoved him down the hall, turning him into his room. Once she got him inside, she closed the door behind her.
Then she turned back to her brother and hissed, “I think Dad is talkin’ to
a woman.
”
No blinked at her.
Then he asked, “So?”
“So?” Clarisse asked back.
“Yeah? So?” No mostly repeated.
“Dad’s talkin’ to a woman!” she exclaimed but quietly.
“Uh…he
is
a single guy,” No informed her of something she already knew.
“So?” she shot back.
“So, Rees. Shit. Seriously? You think he’ll be cool spendin’ the rest of his life with you and Scary Movie Friday Night until you get married or something? I mean, he’s a guy. Girls at school say he’s a hottie. Hotties nail babes. It’s the way of the world.”
Clarisse’s torso swung back and suddenly her mouth tasted funny and not in a good way.
No grinned. “I hope he’s gettin’ himself some.”
Clarisse leaned forward and hissed, “Don’t be gross.”
No crossed his arms on his chest and his grin got bigger.
“You know, Dad nailin’ Mom is how they got me and you.”
“Ick! Don’t be gross!”
“It’s true.”
“I
know
it’s
true,
No. That doesn’t mean we have to talk about it.”
“Bet Mom’s shit in bed. All bitchy and uptight,” No muttered and Clarisse didn’t know a lot about these things but she still reckoned this was true. This was because their Mom
was
bitchy and uptight.
Then a thought occurred to her.
“What if this woman Dad’s talkin’ to is bitchy and uptight?”
No shook his head. “No way. Dad is not stupid.”
“He picked Mom,” Clarisse pointed out.
“This is true,” No muttered then stated, “Still, he dated Keira Winters’s Mom before she got married to Mr. Callahan and I’ve met her. She’s totally cool.”
It was Clarisse’s turn to blink before she whispered, “What?”
“Dad dated Mrs. Callahan before she was Mrs. Callahan.”
“He did not.”
“He
so
did.”
She couldn’t believe this.
“How do you know that?”
No shrugged. “Dylan saw them together at Frank’s. Told me. I thought it was cool. She’s a Mom but she’s still pretty. And she’s gotta be cool because Keira’s totally cool. Not to mention, she nailed down The Lone Wolf and made him a family man and everyone knew that was impossible. Dad bein’ in there before Mr. Callahan is also totally cool.”
Clarisse stared at her brother.
Unfortunately, he kept talking.
“And Brittany’s Mom is single now that her Dad took off with his secretary and lives in Atlanta. And Brittany’s friend Kayla told me Brittany heard her Mom tellin’ her friend she would
kill
to date Dad. Says she goes to J&J’s all the time just to see if she can catch his eye.”
“That’s crazy,” Clarisse breathed and No stared at her.
“It isn’t crazy, Reesee,” he said quietly. “Half the single Moms in town go to high school basketball games and it isn’t because their sons are playing. They don’t
have
sons playing. It’s because Dad never misses a game.”
She leaned in deep and hissed, “That’s
crazy.
”
“Rees, it’s
true.
Totally. He’s a guy. He’s single. He’s tall. Trust me, girls like tall guys, I know this for a fact. And Dad’s tall. And girls tell me he’s hot.” He grinned and finished, “I wouldn’t know, seein’ as I’m a guy but I look like him and I’m smokin’ hot so he’s gotta be hot.”
Clarisse didn’t reply. This was mostly because she
was
a girl and so, even though it was gross, it wasn’t lost on her that both her brother and her Dad were hot. And even if it could be lost on her, all her friends telling her how hot her brother was all the time would mean it wouldn’t be for long. And No was right, he looked a lot like Dad.
“Anyway,” No muttered, moving toward his guitar, “I hope he’s talkin’ to a woman. It was fucked up, the way it used to be. Mom always screamin’. Dad always pissed. His mouth always that weird tight ‘cause he was tryin’ to keep that crap from us. And now we’re not around much and he’s alone a lot. Be cool he wasn’t alone but instead with some babe who didn’t make his mouth that weird tight.” He picked up his guitar, sat on his bed and put it on his thighs before finishing, “And, if he’s got a hot babe, Dad won’t be up in our shit so much.”
At any other time, Clarisse would agree with this final statement.
Their Mom didn’t give much of a shit. Their Dad did, like,
a lot,
and sometimes it could be annoying.
But maybe some “hot babe” wouldn’t like her Dad spending Friday night with Clarisse and ice cream and scary movies. Maybe she’d want him spending Friday nights with her somewhere drinking martinis or…whatever.
Clarisse didn’t know what to think of this. The only thing she knew was that she didn’t like it much.
No started strumming and she focused on him.
No could watch some YouTube video with some geek explaining how to play “Stairway to Heaven” or whatever and do it over and over again for an hour and have the song down pat.
Now
that
, she thought, was totally cool.
And probably some random woman their Dad was dating would think what everyone thought, that No was cool.
But Clarisse didn’t have anything to make her cool. So some random woman their Dad was dating wouldn’t have anything to think about her.
No, she didn’t like this much.
Maybe she should give herself an awesome nickname and talk No into teaching her how to play drums or something.
No took her out of her thoughts when he announced, “It’s seven thirty, Rees. Dad’s gonna be hittin’ us both up to see we got our homework done. I already told him I need his help with shit. Do you have yours done?”
No. She did not.
Dang.
No read her like he always did and like the pain in the butt big brother he always was, he ordered quietly, “Better get on that, Reesee.”
“Whatever,” she muttered, turned on her foot and left the room.
She heard her father’s voice murmuring from the office. He was still talking to that woman.
Dang.
She heard her brother strumming his guitar. It was idle, he wasn’t into it yet, warming up, getting the feel. Still, it sounded good.
Dang.
She walked to her room and shut the door.
Once there, she stopped and looked around. After her Dad moved out of their old place and bought this house, he made certain sure she had the room she wanted. She picked the paint and furniture and everything.
Yellows and blues and butterflies and vampire posters.
She was going to be fifteen in a few weeks.
Butterflies and vampires.
She totally needed a new look.
She spent the next fifteen minutes taking down the vampire posters, scratching off the gum on the backs of the posters and the walls, rolling them up and stowing them in her closet.
Her head was in her closet when there came a knock at her door.
She pulled her head out just as her Dad walked in and stopped.
“Homework?” he asked.
“Uh…not quite.”
He sighed.
She hated it when he did that and these days, with her, for some reason it seemed she made him do it a lot.
“Desk, Reesee,” he ordered quietly.
It was her turn to sigh.
He stood there, crossing his arms on his chest, waiting.
She walked to her desk and pulled out her books.
She felt her Dad’s hand wrap light around the side of her neck about a second before she felt his lips brush the top of her hair.
“Most beautiful girl in the world,” he muttered there then let her go and she felt him leave.
If he had a hot babe, would he still think
she
was the most beautiful girl in the world?
Probably not.
Dang.
She looked over her shoulder at the clock by her bed.
It was ten to eight. Dad never left it that late to check to see they had their homework done.
But he’d been busy on the phone with that woman so he was late to check.
Clarisse turned back to her books thinking,
dang.
* * * * *
On his back in his bed in the dark, his eyes pointed unseeing at the ceiling, his dick hard, his phone to his ear, he listened to Dusty come.
Then he waited a few seconds while listening to her breathe.
Then he asked softly, “You good?”
To which he got back a breathy, “Oh yeah, honey.”
He smiled into the dark.
Then, still breathy, he heard her whisper, “You’re good at that.”
She meant phone sex.
“Findin’, when it comes to you, I got a vivid imagination.”
He listened to her soft, sexy, musical laugh.
“Got work tomorrow, Angel, gotta let you go,” he whispered.
“What about you?” she whispered back.
“My turn next time.”
“You’re on.”
He smiled into the dark again.
She was over a thousand miles away but still, something to look forward to.
“You sleep good,” he ordered.
“Oh I’ll do that,” she replied, he could hear the smile in her voice and he was pleased as fuck it was him who put it there and how he did it.
“’Night gorgeous,” she called softly.
“’Night Angel. Talk to you tomorrow.”
“Awesome,” she whispered.
He chuckled, whispered back, “Later,” got the same word in return and his thumb found the button to disconnect.
Then he tossed his phone on the nightstand, rolled to his side, tagged a pillow and curled an arm around it.
It took the five minutes it took for his dick not to be hard for him to fall asleep.
But when he did, unconsciously, he did it smiling.
The Brush Off
Tuesday morning…
B
eau Lebrec drove his pickup up the dirt lane to Dusty’s place.
A place that used to be
his
place.
He could see the ranch-style house, the small, two stall barn where she kept her two horses and the same size shed where she made her pottery and kept her kilns. And that was all he could see. This was because his woman owned twenty acres sandwiched between two huge-ass ranches so the rest of what he could see was nothing but land.
Why she needed that land, he had no clue. She didn’t take care of it. She paid some Mexican to do it. She told him her horses needed room to roam and he reckoned this was true since her ass was in a saddle on one every day. She said it was her workout.
Why she needed another work out, he also had no clue. She did yoga and pilates, going into town to take classes twice a week and having a fuckload of equipment at home in one of her three bedrooms. She also went to some crazy-ass class she called a “boot camp”. She came back from this red-faced and sweating but grinning like an idiot then bitching all the next day that her muscles hurt. Though, when she bitched, she did it smiling like that was a good thing.