Gone Country (42 page)

“Oh really.”

“Really. Two days ago I woke up in the middle of the afternoon on the toilet.”

“You fell asleep on the toilet?” she asked skeptically.

“Evidently, for about thirty minutes.” His cheeks colored and he looked embarrassed. “And that is the most mortifying thing I’ve ever had to admit.”

“Why—”

“Let me finish. I haven’t been sleeping. I figured as long as I was up, listening for Sierra, I might as well be working. I’ve been catching up on projects every night since Sierra came home from the hospital.” He framed her face in his hands. “Do you really think I’d check out when you were having your wicked way with me if I wasn’t suffering from sleep deprivation?”

“So you’re not avoiding me?”

“God no. Why would you say that?”

“Because you haven’t touched me, or kissed me, or talked to me much since I came home from Denver.”

Gavin frowned. “Yes I have.”

“No. You. Haven’t.” She poked his chest with each word.

“Then I’m sorry.” He sealed his mouth to hers, kissing her in the deviously languid way that nearly melted her fillings. “How many days of missed kisses do I have to make up for, my love?” He brushed his lips across hers. “Six? Seven? Because I can’t have you feeling neglected.” Another soft smooch. “Unwanted.” He rested his forehead to hers. “I love you. And I’m starting to think the reason I haven’t been sleeping is because you haven’t been in my bed.”

“That comment earns you total forgiveness.”

“Good. Now if you’ll listen for Sierra, I might slip back into bed for a few hours to try and get my sleep schedule back on track. Because tonight?” He sucked on her lower lip. “You’re mine. As many times as I want you, any way that I want you.”

Chapter Thirty-One

Early February…

Boone appeared a week after Sierra’s accident. Waltzing into her family room like it was no big deal, as she tried not to think about the fact she looked like hell, felt like hell and was embarrassed as hell.

Then he directed that breath-stealing smile at her the instant her dad was out of range. “McKay, you’re looking a whole lot better than the last time I saw you.”

She played it cool rather than breaking down in grateful tears the second she saw his face. “Oh, I don’t know. I hear blue lips are the fashion color for spring.”

He laughed. “I take it you’re on the mend?”

“The pain isn’t as bad. Sit down. Or aren’t you staying?”

“I can stay.” He settled next to her, draping his arm along the back of the couch and propping his feet on the coffee table. “Two weeks out of school, huh?”

“At least two. Probably three.” She groaned. “I’m trying to keep up, but I’m so slow and I can’t write anything with my left hand anyway.”

“I’m left handed, so it wouldn’t be a problem for me.”

She stuck her tongue out at him. “So what’s new with you? Saved anyone else from rape, drunk driving and a deadly car accident?”

“Sierra—”

“Please let me say this, okay?”

He nodded.

“Thank you for all you did for me that night. I vaguely remember you letting me squeeze your hand when the pain was too much as we waited for the ambulance. You made me talk to you and wouldn’t let me fall asleep.”

“You’re welcome. But I figure we’re even now in the life saving department.”

“I heard my dad accused you of some stuff in the hospital and he got a little violent. I’m sorry you had to deal with it after…” She cleared her throat. “I know he’s apologized to you and tried to make amends—”

“Hey. I don’t want anything from either of you, understand?” His fingers traced the bruise on her cheek and the bigger one on her neck. “You have no idea what I…” He refocused on her eyes and stopped touching her. “Anyway, I’m glad you’re all right.”

“I’m getting there.” Her cheeks grew hot. “Also…thanks for not telling my dad everything that happened before the accident. At the party. Especially that thing with Tyler…I can’t believe I was so stupid.”

“We all do stupid shit.” A strange expression crossed his face and vanished. “Did you get in trouble for drinking?”

Sierra pleated the folds of the blanket. “Yes. I’m not supposed to drive for a while but it doesn’t matter since my car is totaled. I’m back to where I was just before Christmas. Carless.” Friendless. “So entertain me. Any good gossip at school?”

He frowned. “Hasn’t Marin told you?”

“Marin hasn’t come out to see me.” And Sierra wasn’t about to call her first. She hadn’t heard from anyone, not even Angie and Kara. So much for all the great friends she’d made in the last month.

“Actually, you and I are in the hot seat of gossip.”

“Really? Because of the accident?”

“Mostly. There are interesting rumors going around. Like…we’ve been secretly dating since school started. We had a fight while you were gone over Christmas break and you broke up with me. But we made up at Tyler’s party with loud, raunchy sex. Everyone at the party heard us.”

Sierra blushed.

“Then there’s the rumor I purposely crashed your car so I could save you. But that backfired because your father forbid you from ever seeing me again. He took a swing at me and it became a West versus McKay brawl in the hospital waiting room.”

“You are denying it all, right?”

Boone grinned. “Nope. I’m thinking of adding fuel to the fire by spending a few hours at India’s Ink. Then the rumors will fly I got your name tattooed on my butt.”

“Omigod. Boone West! You can’t do that.”

“Watch me. Anyway, there’s another reason I’m here.”

“I’m not fixing you lunch.”

“Glad to see you haven’t lost that bizarre sense of humor, McKay. I’m volunteering to be your study buddy.” He poked her shoulder. “Your right hand man.”

She groaned at his pun but immediately grew suspicious. “Hey, wait a minute. Did my dad hire you to do this?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Like I need payment to hang out with you? That hurts.”

“Sorry. So tell me why you’re volunteering.”

“Because you’re my girlfriend and you need me.” He made loud kissing noises. “I live to serve you.”

Sierra glared at him. “The truth, Boone.”

“Fine. It’s a selfish reason. I know you’re working on a big project about McKay history. I thought if I helped you, I’d find out some West history. After all the bullshit and rumors going around, I got to thinking about the feud. Has anyone ever told you how it started?”

“No. Do you know?”

“No. But I’d like to.”

“Well, you’re in luck. When my Aunt Carolyn—”

“Our Aunt Carolyn,” he corrected with a grin.

“When
our
Aunt Carolyn told me I could access the McKay archives, I asked if she’d let me scan all the old family documents. She claims there are letters and stuff from the late eighteen hundreds. Even she’s not sure what’s in there. As far as she knows, no one has looked at the old stuff in sixty or seventy years. She just keeps adding boxes of updated McKay history.”

“What’d she say about you copying them?”

“No problem as long as I pass along an electronic copy of all the files in case something happened to the originals.”

“Do you have a scanner?”

Her look said,
doesn’t everyone
? “Yes.”

“Do you know I don’t even have a computer? I have to use the ones at the library.”

She had a computer
and
a laptop, which had never made her feel spoiled until now. “If you’re over here helping me with homework, you can use mine.”

“Thanks.”

“So are you busy today?”

“I work the graveyard shift tonight. Besides that, no.”

“Good. Because my dad retrieved the archives.”

Those beautiful brown eyes lit up. “Really? Where are they?”

Sierra pointed to the far wall.

He turned to look. “Holy shit. There’s got to be thirty boxes there.”

“Twenty-seven.”

He groaned. “That’ll take weeks to scan.”

God, I hope so.

Boone faced her. “What did you say?”

“That we’d better get cracking.”

When Marin called the following week, asking if she could come over, Sierra almost said no. Being in pain was a legitimate excuse for denying visitors, but Marin probably knew most of the McKay family had been by, so she said yes.

Rielle escorted Marin upstairs. Sierra sensed Ree wanted to hang around. During their knitting sessions before Christmas, Sierra had mentioned her frustration with Marin constantly ditching her for Mitch.

Despite her closeness to her dad, he didn’t understand
girl drama
. His advice was to ignore Marin, stop complaining about her and find new friends. God. That made her want to scream. So she should just walk up to a group of girls in her class and say,
hey, you wanna be my friend?
like she had in preschool? No one did that. She’d rather eat lunch by herself every day and have no friends than come off that weird and desperate.

Sierra tried to talk to her mom over Christmas break about her lack of friends problem, but she’d gone on a rant about how all women were bitches, they all started out mean little girls and never evolved. The trick, she’d told her, was to become the bigger bitch.
Don’t care what people think of you. Tell them to kiss your size two butt if they don’t like you.
Then her mother also warned her that women would always be gunning for her because she was pretty and rich. Sierra hadn’t said much—she hadn’t needed to; her mother had gone off on another tangent—but she’d secretly thought that’d be a cynical way to go through life.

But her mom had been nearly hysterical when she’d heard about Sierra’s car accident. She swore she was leaving Paris and moving in with them until Sierra was healed up. As much as Sierra appreciated that her mom…well, was acting motherly, she knew having her here would put a huge strain on everyone. So they talked on the phone at least once a day. Her mom had sent her flowers and balloons, stuffed animals and candy. It seemed something came air mail every day. Fun things. Quirky things. Sweet things. Items that proved her mom had been listening to her.

How was it they’d gotten closer after her mom had moved across the globe? Sierra hadn’t mentioned the positive change in her relationship with her mother to her dad, because he’d make some nasty comment about how it wouldn’t last. She didn’t believe it made her a sucker for hoping the change was permanent.

She glanced up and realized Rielle and Marin were staring at her, waiting for her to say something. “Sorry. The pain pills make me spacey.”

“You’ll be all right?” Rielle asked.

“Yeah.”

“Okay. I’ll check on you in a bit and see if you need snacks or something.”

After Rielle left Marin said, “She’s nice. Is it weird that she’s acting like your mom?”

She couldn’t point out that her mother and Rielle were nothing alike. “Ree is awesome. She’s always there for me when I need her.” Unlike you.

“She’s still with your dad?”

Sierra nodded.

“Is that awkward?”

“Sometimes when I see them making out or if they both disappear and I know they’re off doing it. But it’s kinda nice, actually.” Almost like she had a normal family.

Marin perched on the edge of the recliner. “Speaking of doing it…are you and Boone West really doing it?”

“Why? Is everyone at school saying we are?” she demanded.

“Well…you guys were at that party together before your accident. And Kara and Angie said you’d locked yourself in the bedroom together for a long time. So is it true?”

“Is that the only reason you’re here, Marin? To verify gossip about me and Boone?”

“No!”

“Why
are
you here? Because it’s not like you gave a crap about me since before Christmas. You’re so all over Mitch all the time you don’t have time for anyone else.”

Marin stared at her. “That’s what you think?”

“What else am I supposed to think? You never called me on the weekends or asked me to do anything. The only time I see you is at school.”

“And every time I saw
you
before Christmas, all you did was bitch, bitch, bitch about how freakin’ bored you are out here in this fancy house. How much of a jerk your dad was for not letting you drive. Do you know that’s
all
you talked about for months? How you couldn’t wait to drive. Oh, and you bitched about how much it sucks here and how much you’d rather be in Arizona. Yeah, Sierra, you were some fun friend to talk to. Can you blame me for not begging you to hang out?”

Sierra’s jaw dropped. That wasn’t true! That’s what Marin thought about her? She hadn’t been like that at all.

Had she?

“Then you came back from Christmas break and started partying with Angie and Kara. Did you ever think of asking me to go out with you? No. How do you think that made me feel?”

Like crap. A guilty feeling started to creep in and overtake her indignation. She closed her eyes and thought about their conversations at school. So maybe she did complain sometimes. But that wasn’t a reason to completely ditch her like Marin had. “Fine, I can see where you might take it that way. But every time you started talking about Mitch—”