Changing Tides (Kill Devil Hills Book 2) (5 page)

CHAPTER 5:

ELLIE

I
had a lump in my throat that I couldn’t shake. My stomach was knotted, my heart wouldn’t let up, and I’d never been so freaking confused in my entire twenty-four years.

All of it thanks to one individual up in first class. I didn’t like men. I never had and I’d always been fairly certain I never would. Being a lesbian was part of my identity. But for a brief moment, I’d felt something for Nate West or Nathanial or whoever he was…and I didn’t know how to make sense of those feelings.

I sat back down in my seat, across the aisle from Noah, and immediately Noah noticed something was wrong.

“Where were you?” he asked, looking up from his crossword puzzle book. Not a singular crossword puzzle—but an entire book. The nerd had brought an entire book of crosswords along on our vacation. Meanwhile, Georgina was fast asleep with her head resting against his shoulder, looking very peaceful and relaxed. It almost warmed my frantic heart seeing her at ease. Almost, but not quite.

Shrugging off his question, too embarrassed to ever admit the truth, I put in my ear buds and pretended I was fine. I tried to zone out to some angry alternative rock music, but it didn’t work. I kept waiting for Nathanial to follow after me. And when he didn’t, I couldn’t decide if I was relieved or disappointed
.
Relieved
.
What the hell would I have told my friends if
a
ma
n
came chasing after me? So I had to be relieved. But I was also disappointed.

Four hours later, we got off the plane. And my emotions were still cracking and shattering, adding to all the stress I was already under. We had to walk through the first class section to exit. And, lo and behold, there was Nate West…asleep. He looked kind of adorable cramped up against the window with his large hands tucked under his face. And I hated him for it.

Because seeing him again hurt. It hurt because I was feeling such a mix of emotions while this asshole was off in dreamland—probably dreaming about round asses and perfect tits on girls who weren’t suddenly confused about their sexuality.

What the hell ever.

I was about to walk past him and possibly never watch his show again—when Rhett, who happened to be walking in front of me, noticed there was a celebrity among us. His eyes lit up as he turned around to nudge me. “Yo, Ellie. Look who it is.” He dropped his bag on the ground, holding up traffic, pulling his phone from his pocket. “It’s your favorite actor. We should take a selfie with him in the background. He’ll never know.”

“Just go,” I whispered, glaring at Rhett and his stupid face. Of all the times to get on my damn nerves, he had to pick right this moment, right when I felt like I could burst into tears at any given second. “I don’t want a selfie with him.”

“C’mon,” he begged. “You’ll regret it if you don’t do this.”

I could tell by the twinkle in his eye and the smile on his lips that Rhett wouldn’t be budging until I complied. So I let him snap our photo with Nate West fast asleep in the background. And I had every intention of stealing his phone later and deleting it.

Rhett had other plans. “I’m posting it to Facebook right now,” he said, his thumbs working furiously across his phone. “Don’t worry. I’ll tag you too.”

Rolling my eyes, shoving him along, I gave up on fighting him about the picture. I felt too foolish to care anyway. I’d had one-night stands with plenty of random girls in the past. But none of those good times had ever left me feeling as churned up as this experience had.

We exited and I told myself to forget Nate West and his charming alter ego Nathanial.

By the time we retrieved our bags from baggage claim, picked up our rental car, called my mom to tell her we’d made it alive, and made it across the city to our hotel, it was nearing dinner time. We were all starved but hopped up on excited energy. I could have settled for a quick fast-food dinner and a night in. But this was LA and everyone—everyone but me—wanted to go out immediately and do stuff.

“I really want to see a sunset on the beach,” Georgie insisted as we were debating on what to do first. “I’ve seen a million sunrises. And I want to see my first sunset on the West Coast. We all have to go see it together. Then we can eat.”

There was a hint of sadness in her eyes. Nine months ago we’d lost our brother to the Pacific Ocean. (Or so everyone thought.) And I knew, in this moment, Ben was on all our minds. Nathanial was pushed to the back burner and my focus turned to my family. I hadn’t come on this trip to kiss a man in a bathroom and then feel broken up about it. I’d come on this trip to bring my family back together. And that was my only priority. No more distractions.

“Then let’s go see that sunset. And we’ll eat after.”

* * *

Sitting with my feet in the cold sand, watching my first West Coast sunset, tears came to my eyes. Not over a boy or over the beauty of the pinks and oranges in front of my eyes—but because I was closer to my brother than I had been in months. He might even be watching this same sunset tonight. I missed him more than words could describe. And I’d see him in the morning.

Relief and excitement rushed over me.

Taking out my camera, getting my mojo back, I made Noah and Georgie pose for a few photos. Then I took one of Sydney and Rhett when they weren’t looking. They weren’t really ‘close’, just in proximity, but with the sun sinking into the water behind them it turned out to be a great picture. Maybe one day, if Rhett ever found a way to win Sydney’s heart, I could give it to them.

Once the sun went down, it grew too chilly to stay out by the water. Our group of six went for food at an overpriced, über trendy restaurant in West Hollywood. It was delicious, I was among great company, and I couldn’t have been happier. Even Luce and Sydney seemed to be warming up to one another. But then, to give Rhett some credit, he sure had a way of bringing people together.

After we went back to our hotel. The time change and the long flight had taken its toll. We were all exhausted and desperate for sleep. I set my alarm for six in the morning and then settled in to sleep next to Sydney. She was already in her pajamas, wearing an eye mask, ear plugs, and falling asleep.

The four of us—Noah, Georgie, Sydney, and I—were all sharing a hotel room because money was tight and LA was expensive. While Rhett and Luce were in a separate room. I’m not sure how that made Sydney feel, knowing Rhett was literally next door and possibly screwing some other girl, but if she cared she wasn’t showing it. Actually, I kind of envied her confidence. She had thick skin and a ‘don’t-fuck-with-me’ attitude. Luce had called her a bitch, but I knew better. She was smart, she was beautiful, and she wasn’t about fall in love with Rhett simply because he had a nice body and a pretty face. We could all take lessons from Sydney.

So with that final thought, I flipped onto my stomach and closed my eyes.

In no time at all, I was fast asleep.

* * *

The shrill beep-beep-beep of my alarm woke me
.
Oh God, morning
.
In two seconds flat I was wide awake. Then my nerves kicked in. The happy feelings I went to bed with were replaced with unsettling fear. I missed my brother but was also scared to see him again. Mostly because I had so many questions surrounding his ‘fake’ death.

Well…actually, I really only had
one
question.

Why?

Why had he faked his own death, put as all through the hell of losing him, and then disappeared? All of it to live with some random old lady out in Malibu, California. It was just too weird. Our family meant everything to me, flaws and all, and I couldn’t fathom ever leaving them. Why had he?

“Shit,” Noah growled from the other bed, waking at the sound of my still buzzing alarm. “Ellie, it’s too damn early. We’re on vacation. You don’t set alarms on vacation. Turn it off already.”

“Calm down, Sleeping Beauty,” I mumbled into my pillow. Blinking, I opened my eyes to a semi-light room. I reached over to stop the beeping. Sydney hadn’t woken because she had her ear plugs in and eye mask on
.
See, smart cookie
.
Maybe Noah should do the same and lighten up a little. Georgie was a sound sleeper and didn’t even budge.

Carefully, I crawled out of bed and started silently digging through my suitcase.

Deciding that I couldn’t be in Los Angeles another second withou
t
going straight to see my brother, I hurried to get ready. Ben had asked me to come today for dinner—not knowing I had Georgina and a whole slew of other people with me. But screw dinner. I was going to go see him
now
. Him and the old lady he was crashing with. I didn’t care how early it was.

But my nerves were getting the better of me. Even my hands shook. I stepped into the shower, giving myself a pep talk
.
You can do this. Pull it together!

Hurrying through the motions, I finished getting ready at record speed. When I came out of the bathroom, I found everyone still asleep. Including Noah. Briefly I thought about heading out to see Ben alone, but that had never been my plan.

My plan had been, and still was, to see him first with Noah. Because I was scared out of my mothe
r
freakin
g
mind at the thought of taking Georgina to see Ben. The night after his funeral, after we’d laid an empty casket in the ground, Georgina had tried to commit suicide. She’d been extremely close with our brother and she’d been devastated by his death. The image of Georgie laying in a pool of her own blood with Noah holding her and frantically doing everything in his power to save her life…well, it wasn’t an image I’d ever be able to remove from my memories.

How would Georgie react when she found out Ben was still alive and her suicide attempt had been in vain?

Oh God. That single thought scared the shit out of me. Georgina wasn’t frail. She was strong, confident, and happy. She’d changed so much for the better in the past months since Ben’s ‘fake’ death, but I didn’t want to jeopardize the progress she’d made. I didn’t want anything in this world to hurt her ever again. So, dammit, I had to proceed as cautiously as possible.

And in order to do that, I’d decided to tell Noah first. He needed to know because he was her boyfriend, because he was exceptionally protective of Georgie, and because I had a bad feeling he’d overreact when he found out. For months I’d been wanting to confide in him because that was what I always did. I always told him everything. But because of his new relationship with Georgie I’d been forced to wait until today.

The time for keeping secrets was over. I was done with Ben’s bullshit. And that’s why I’d brought all these people out to California. I’d take Noah to see Ben first, basically get all his ‘overreacting’ out of the way, and then together we would bring Georgie to see Ben later this evening.

The perfect plan. Or at least I hoped it would be. Really, it was the most cautious way I could think to handle this.

Kneeling beside Noah and his side of the bed, I softly poked his shoulder. “Noah,” I whispered, my face hovering a few inches from his. “Noah.”

His eyes fluttered open and he turned to look at me. He said nothing. I think he could tell that something was up.

“Remember when I told you there would come a time when I’d need your help and I’d need you not to ask questions. That time is right now and I need you to come with me. Georgina can stay here. We won’t be gone too long.”

His brown eyes squinted at me. “Why can’t she come?”

“Just trust me,” I whispered.

He sighed deeply but moved to sit up. Georgie stirred in her sleep. He bent over pressing a lingering kiss to pink lips. “I’ve got to go help Ellie with something,” he whispered to her. “She’s being cryptic and won’t tell me what though.”

“What?” she mumbled, her voice rough with sleep.

“I’ll be back in a little while. Keep sleeping. Well, don’t sleep too long because I still want to go to Disneyland today. Okay, pretty girl?”

She nodded, stretching her arms above her head. “Hurry back.”

Noah kissed her once more and then didn’t waste any time getting ready. He pulled his shoulder length hair back into what only can be described as a ‘man pony.’ Then he quickly used the bathroom, pocketed his phone and wallet, and led the way outside.

“You’re going to wear your pajamas?” I questioned, following him down the stairwell.

“Yeah,” he mumbled. “You said we’d be quick.”

I didn’t care what he wore as long as he was there with me. I was going to need my best friend—that was the only thing I knew I could count on today.

CHAPTER 6:

NATHANIAL

D
ammit, it was six in the morning and I was wide awake. Like triple shot of espresso wide awake.

Rolling off the couch in my bedroom, which I’d been sleeping on because I no longer had a bed thanks to Kelly, I decided to get in a morning workout instead of attempting to sleep any longer. What was the point of trying to adjust to the time when I had to leave in less than a week anyway? Besides, the roles I tended to be cast for weren’t sappy romantic comedies. I was cast in movies or television shows with high body counts, lots of explosions, and plenty of opportunities for me to lose my shirt. Just the way it was. That meant maintaining my physique was of the upmost importance. So right now exercise trumped laying here pointlessly.

Driving a few miles across town, I went first to my gym. It had everything a man could ever want in a gym. Weights, benches, etc.
Shit,
I’d missed this luxury while being out of the country
.
So I did my usual routine, taking my time, and then followed up my workout with a long, relaxing shower.

After I finished and changed clothes, the exhaustion I hadn’t felt earlier hit me like a fucking sledge hammer. Dammit, I needed a bed. I also needed to decide if I still wanted to go to this dinner thing tonight at Mrs. Stone’s house or just skip it. Because I didn’t know what to make of my interest in Ellie and that bugged the hell out of me.

Last night, once I came to the conclusion that Ben’s estranged sister was in fact the same girl I’d met on the plane, I’d stuck around at Mrs. Stone’s house longer than I should have. I was trying to gather information. I wanted to learn something that would turn me off—an insight into Ellie’s character that could help me drop this borderline unhealthy infatuation I’d developed in less than twenty-four hours for the girl. Dammit, I didn’t even know her and she was under my skin.

I hated it. And I needed to undo it.

“You only have one sibling then?” I’d asked Ben, bending over and searching under a third bed for my damn cat. Where was she?

Ben stood in the doorway, arms crossed, not helping me. “Nah,” he said. “I have three sisters.”

“Oh. Wow,” I mumbled, standing. “I only have one brother—David—so I can’t even image what having three sisters would be like.”

“Pretty damn awesome sometimes and pretty damn annoying the rest of the time.”

He shrugged. I moved for the next guest bedroom and he followed. Mrs. Stone had a lot of space for just one person. Well, two people if you included Ben.

“Ellie’s the oldest,” Ben continued. “Then me. Then Georgina is next. She’s eleven months younger than me. I was always closest with her. Because of the age thing. And because our birthdays fell perfectly and we were in the same grade at school. Then there’s Rose. She’s nine and more mature than all of us.” He was almost wistful as he spoke…as if the rest of this family was no longer living. Or maybe it had just been a long time since he’d seen them. “Anyway. That’s my family. Oh and Noah. Can’t forget Noah.”

“Noah?” Ellie had also mentioned the name Noah, a few times actually, and I wanted to know more.

“Yeah, Ellie kind of adopted him into our family.”

“How does that happen?”

Ben smiled. It was the first time I’d seen him smile since I came over to Mrs. Stone’s house. He walked past me into the next bedroom and went straight for something. Bending behind a white ornate dresser, he scooped up my cat into his arms. She easily let him hold her and even purred into his chest like they were best friends. I guess he’d known all along where to find her.

“Ellie’s like that,” he said as he scratched Holly’s head. “She wears not only her heart on her sleeve, constantly, but also her hopes, her dreams, and everything else right there for the rest of the world to see. She’s easy to love because of it. She’s honest and open. So it’s hard not to be honest and open right back around her. Noah’s the exact opposite though. A robot would show more emotion than I’ve ever seen him show. And when Ellie was in the ninth grade she brought him home for dinner one night—like a lost puppy. Noah never left and I guess I sort of gained a brother that day too.”

Ben handed Holly to me then walked past me like that was all he wanted to say. I trailed him back into the living room where Mrs. Stone now sat watching TV. He plopped on the couch, staring at the screen. He’d accused this Noah person of being a robot, but whatever he’d revealed to me had upset him somehow. I watched as he completely shut down. As an actor subtle clues were easy for me to notice, and in unspoken words Ben told me just how much he missed his family. Even Noah.

“I’m going to head home,” I told them. “I’ll see you all at dinner tomorrow.”

“Bye, honey,” Mrs. Stone said, smiling widely.

Ben said nothing more. So I turned and walked home with Holly clutched tightly in my arms.

Yesterday’s conversation made me question Ben’s relationship with Mrs. Stone. Was he hired help or family or something else entirely? Something wasn’t quite right. I figured I’d get more answers at dinner and I’d also get to see if Ellie was a ‘maybe’ worth chasing. So it was decided now. I would be attending this dinner.

Once I’d made the decision to see her again, nervous-excitement set it. Not something I usually had issues with, but it happened. I pushed the feeling aside, knowing I still had a full day to figure out what to make of things, and drove on autopilot toward home.

But as I turned down my side street off the PCH, approaching my house, I had to catch my breath. Because parked in Mrs. Stone’s driveway was a car I’d never seen before. And getting out of that car was a girl I recognized. Ellie.

Adrenaline prickled under my skin at the sight of her. She was just as beautiful as I remembered. Maybe even more so. Her clothes were baggy and unflattering, but her face…her face made me forget all reason. The lesbian thing and the estranged sister issue—those things screamed complicated. And after Kelly I wasn’t looking for another mistake, but seeing Ellie again…even from a distance…made me realized that I didn’t give two fucks if she was complicated or not. So I parked on the street, telling myself to keep calm, and hopped out of my car.

She wasn’t alone. A man in his mid-twenties exited the car from the driver’s side. He wore pajama pants, a white t-shirt, and had his sun-bleached blond hair tied back in a low ponytail. “You’re scaring the shit out of me,” he groaned as Ellie walked around the car from the passenger side. “Seriously. Could you please tell me who we are going to see before we get to the
fucking
front door? Ellie, are you telling me you dragged everyone out to California for this?”

This man was Noah. He had to be. Something inside me knew it instantly. And judging by the frantic tone to his voice—I’d say he was the opposite of a robot. Hurrying, because I wasn’t sure I liked his tone, I jogged down the narrow driveway. Neither Ellie nor Noah noticed me approaching. They were too engrossed in their heated conversation to hear me.

“Who, Ellie?” Noah demanded, staring impatiently at her. Then he seemed almost frightened as he said, “I have an idea in my head, but I won’t say it out loud until you do.”

“Your idea is probably right,” she whispered, shaking her head.

“Tell me,” he pleaded.

“Ben. It’s Ben. He’s alive.”

Ben? Alive? What did that mean? Of course he was alive. I saw him yesterday.

“Shit,” Noah breathed.

“Yeah. The mother of all shit,” Ellie answered.

At that moment, Ellie glanced in my direction and noticed me. About damn time too. I was practically standing on top of her by this point. She squealed, clearly not expecting to find me right there next to her, and tripped over her own feet. She landed on her ass on the pavement below me.

Her wide blue eyes stared up into my eyes.

“Where did you come from?” she gasped.

I couldn’t help but smile. Clearly this wasn’t her day. Clearly she had some serious family drama to deal with right now. Clearly my timing couldn’t be worse. But I loved how she stared up at me. I loved the surprise and the interest in her eyes.

“I live two houses over. I was driving, saw you, and now I’m here.”

She took several deep breaths. “Oh.” Still sitting on the ground, her eyes drifted between me and her friend. “Noah, this is Nathanial. We met on the plane.”

“Nice to meet you,” I said to Noah, offering my hand for him to shake.

Radio silence and a cold hard stare. That was all he gave me. He didn’t return my hand shake, say, or do anything. Instead he reached down to offer Ellie his hand, which she took without hesitation. He pulled her to her feet, making me look like a fool for not beating him to it.

Placing his hands in the pockets of his pajama pants, Noah took a step backward. In a blink of an eye, he turned into that robot Ben accused him of being. Now…Ben had shut down on me yesterday and I could still decipher some of the thoughts floating through his head. Not this guy. This guy took stoic and turned it into an art form. Ellie, however, seemed to know exactly what he was thinking because she whispered to him, “I know you’re mad.”

His jaw tightened. “Mad doesn’t even begin to describe it.”

I’m pretty sure they weren’t talking about me. They were talking about Ben and the fact that Noah hadn’t known he was alive until a few seconds ag
o.
I let the handshake thing slide because it seemed like there were bigger issues going on
.
Did this explain Ben’s weird presence at Mrs. Stone’s house
?
If I found out someone who’d I’d thought was dead suddenly wasn’t…I suppose I’d be angry too. Or thankful as fuck. It would depend on the person.

Ellie glanced at me briefly, her eyes seeking something from mine. I didn’t know what to say or what to do. I’d just walked in on something I wasn’t supposed to be here for. But I wasn’t going anywhere because that wasn’t the look she gave at all. Her eyes were begging for help. So I did the only thing I could, and stayed firmly in place.

Then the front door to Mrs. Stone’s house opened. We must have been making enough noise for them to hear inside and Ben stepped outside onto the front porch. “You’re early,” he yelled across the lawn, smiling at his sister. “Like always.”

Ellie gasped when she saw him, her hands flying up to her mouth. “You son of a bitch,” she muttered under her breath. Then she rushed across the front lawn and up to her brother. She flung her arms around his shoulders. He stood very still for a moment, as if her embrace had shocked him, but then he quickly gave in and returned her hug. It was a love I was familiar with. My brother and I were very close. Or at least we had been as kids. These days he had a partner, kids of his own, and lived too many miles away. But as I watched Ellie happily hug the shit out of her brother, it made me almost desperate to call my own. And to hear his voice. It had been too long since we’d last spoken.

After a minute or two, Ellie let Ben go. Then she slugged him in the shoulder fairly hard. “Dum
b
as
s
!” she wailed at him, playfully. “You’re such a dumbass. What would all of you do without me? I swear to God. The only one of us with any sense is Rosie.”

Ben smiled. “How is Rose?”

“She wants to become a paparazzi. That’s become her life goal. Last week she even made me go on a practice ‘stake-out.’ We stalked Rhett for an entire day, taking pictures of him from my car. Don’t tell him. He’d give me crap about it.”

“Like I even talk to anyone from back home.” Ben shook his head and laughed. A real genuine laugh. In the blink of an eye he’d become a different person with his sister—happy and easy going. “Why follow Rhett? Because he’s in a band?”

“Yeah. His band still sucks balls though.”

Ellie and Ben continued to talk, forgetting Noah and I existed. I didn’t mind. I enjoyed watching their reunion. They didn’t seem ‘estranged’ in the least. And all of it made me want to get to know Ellie more. She seemed so at ease in her life. Completely in control and happy. Something I longed for. Noah on the other hand, he was a strange one. Instead of being happy to see Ben, I swear to God he now looked like he wanted to murder him. He kept swearing under his breath. Until he reached a breaking point and said, “We need to go, Ellie. Now.”

What the fuck was his problem? He couldn’t let her have one moment alone with her brother? I kind of wanted to tell him off for it too. But Ellie spoke before I could.

“We’ll be back for dinner, Ben.”

Giving Ben an extremely quick half-hug, she leapt off the front porch and hurried back to Noah. It was as if Noah had said
jump
and she’d asked
how high
. Noah didn’t even acknowledge Ben. Not even a simple hi. He turned and walked for the car. He pulled open the door and disappeared inside. The passenger side this time. Kind of like a toddler having a temper tantrum.

“He’s pissed,” Ben said, still standing by the door. I lingered there with him. “I didn’t know he was capable of so much emotion.”

“He has every right to be.” Gone was the fun, light vibe between the siblings. “We’ll talk more tonight. There’s a lot that’s happen since you’ve been gone and I kind of sprung all this on Noah today. Anyway, dinner still at seven?”