Sand Angel (13 page)

Josh’s crew cab truck was parked a stone’s throw away. As the click of Josh unlocking the vehicle sounded, Drew walked up to her and took her boots and papers from her arms. He opened the backseat door. She didn’t hesitate to crawl into the truck. To avoid the awkwardness of having Drew next to her, she lay down. He stood there for a moment. The heat of his stare burned her. Slowly, he closed the door and moved to the front seat and got in.

The oily scent of diesel permeated the cab as Josh started the engine. “We passed a Walgreens down the way. I’ll stop there to fill your prescriptions.”

“No need. I’ve got what I need.” She rolled over on her side, back facing them. The leather seats were soft and enveloped her in their rich scent.

“Uh…what about the other thing?” Josh asked.

Her brows tugged together. Other thing? A smirk touched her lips. She’d almost forgotten about the tampon comment she made earlier. “No. Just take me to my rig.”

“Hungry?” Drew asked. His husky voice held a tremor she felt deep within, abruptly shattered when Josh hit a speed bump, making her stomach pitch.

“No.” She buried her face in her arms, praying she wouldn’t get sick. That was all she needed—to appear even more helpless. She wanted the security of her trailer, a place where she didn’t have to pretend.

“Well, sis, you’re gonna eat something if I have to force feed you.” Determination lowered Josh’s tone.

“No fast food,” Drew interjected. “She doesn’t need anything greasy.”

Zoë didn’t want to think, much less argue. She remained quiet as the truck pulled to a stop. While Josh and Drew discussed what to order, she adjusted her body, finding a more comfortable position. Only one door opened and slammed shut. The engine continued to run, the air conditioner humming, blowing cool air. Who remained behind?

“Zoë?” The hesitancy in the way Drew said her name warned her that he expected to discuss something she’d rather not.

She pinched her eyelids closed, feigning sleep. They didn’t need to talk and they certainly didn’t need to discuss things when her emotions lay so close to the surface. If she could just hold on a little longer she could put Drew Thompson behind her.

Zoë reveled in the minutes of silence that followed. Thank God. She’d dodged another bullet.

“Baby, you got the situation this morning wrong.”

Evidently, she didn’t dodge fast enough. Every muscle tensed, increasing her discomfort. Not to mention, her rein of control slipped as tears filled her eyes. “Please. Not now, Drew.”
Not ever.

No more was said until Josh climbed back into the truck. “She asleep?”

“No.” Clearly she hadn’t fooled Drew.

Digging through the sack, Josh said, “Zoë, I got you chicken soup. Get up and eat it while it’s hot.”

Zoë uncurled herself. Every strained muscle screamed with resistance. She barely held back a moan as she reached for the Styrofoam cup he handed her along with a plastic spoon. She removed the lid, steam floating off the top as she inhaled the delicious aroma. Pressing the cup to her lips, she took a sip. It was hot, tasty. They say chicken soup is good for the soul. She doubted it would help if she bathed in the stuff, but she did have to admit it felt good flowing warm down her throat.

Another drink and she glanced up, finding both men watching her intently. Her arched brow brought them both around. Before long the smell of hamburgers filled the cab. They ate in silence as they headed for the Dunes.

Roaring engines, the smell of oil, gas and dust made Zoë feel right at home when they pulled into camp. It was closing in on one by the clock in Josh’s truck. Everyone was back for lunch and heading right for them.

Before she could open the door, Drew was there, assisting her out like she was an invalid. Trent was the first one to her side. Drew reached for her, but wasn’t fast enough. Trent wrapped his arms around her. She noted he didn’t squeeze her like he usually did and for some reason that irritated her. She wasn’t a damn porcelain doll.

“My bike okay?” she asked, patting him firmly on the back.

“I took care of it for you, doll. A busted fender, scratched, but engine still runs.” He left an arm around her shoulders. “Man, you scared the shit out of me. By the time I got back from my ride you were gone. I didn’t know where they took you.” He cradled her like he would never let her go. “Now how about I escort you back to your trailer and take care of you?” His brown eyes were filled with concern.

“That won’t be necessary. I’ll take care of her.” Drew moved next to her, scowling at Trent with enough heat to fry an egg. A cloud of tension formed around them.

“Neanderthals,” she huffed, ducking beneath Trent’s arm. The quick movement sent pain through her ribs. She grabbed her side and groaned.

“See what you’ve done,” both Drew and Trent said in unison to each other. If it didn’t hurt so much, Zoë would have laughed. It was Josh who came to her rescue.

“Let’s get you settled, sis.” He moved past Drew and Trent and followed her to the trailer. She made it up the steps and inside without any further confrontation.

Without being told to, Josh began to undress her, carefully easing her jersey over her head. He touched her so gently it was as if a fist tightened around her heart. She had to do something to chase away the unwelcome sentiment.

“Looks like you know your way around a woman’s body,” she joked.

“Shut up.” He chuckled. “I’ll help get your riding gear off and then you’re on your own.”

“No tucking me in bed?” She smiled down at him as he knelt, stripped her pants off, leaving her in an exercise bra and a thong.

He looked up at her. “If I do anything, I’ll tie you to the bed to keep you off that damn bike.” She laughed, but he wasn’t smiling anymore. As he got to his feet, he said, “Tomorrow I’m driving you to Phoenix. You’re staying with Mom and Dad.”

The hair on Zoë’s neck rose. Red-hot anger flared across her face. “Who the hell do you think you are?”

He didn’t back down, glaring at her. “Dammit, Zoë. This has gone far enough.”

She tried to calm herself by inhaling slowly and releasing her breath even slower. “I know that you’re concerned but Dave over-exaggerated.”

“Over-exaggerated.” He swept his heated gaze up her legs, over her exposed body. “Look at you.” He trembled. “You’re scraped and scarred.” He swallowed hard. “I know about your hospitalizations.” He choked on his next words. “Why didn’t you call me? I would have come.” He paused for only a minute. “Sis, I don’t want to lose you.” The truth was in his misty eyes. She had never seen her brother cry. Never realized how much her actions were hurting him. Were her parents suffering as badly?

Zoë couldn’t speak. She snaked her arms around his waist, buried her face against his chest and wept.

He held her, not saying a word. His tears fell, mingling with hers. She was thoroughly shaken by the time he released her.

“You need to rest,” he said, turning his back on her as he wiped his eyes on his jersey’s sleeve.

“I’ll be okay,” she attempted to reassure him.

He nodded and made haste out of the trailer. She watched him through the window as he avoided Drew and went straight to his quad. His hands were shaking as he slipped his helmet on, dropped his goggles over his eyes and tore out of camp. Clearly, they were sewn from the same cloth, both running when things got tough.

Zoë felt drained. All she wanted was to sleep. She knew that when she awoke, nothing would be the same.

Chapter Twelve

Night had fallen, but that didn’t slow the people of Glamis. Drew sat in a lounge chair nursing his third beer, while loud music and laughter joined the roar of vehicles darting in and out of the campsite. He found it mesmerizing to watch the mass of headlights climbing the mountains of sand and then disappearing into the darkness. It looked like lightning bugs dancing about.

For those who had settled around the campfire, liquor flowed freely. Josh appeared to be drinking more than usual as he popped a top on another cold one. His friend had been visibly shaken when he left Zoë’s toy hauler earlier. After two hours of riding, his mood hadn’t changed. In fact, he ignored the attentions of the redhead from last night who rubbed against him invitingly. Several times he had stolen away to check on Zoë. Even now his gaze was pinned on her trailer. It was around nine o’clock. She had slept the day away.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Kari cooed, hanging a thumb from her low-riding jeans as she moved between him and Zoë’s trailer, blocking his view. Her windbreaker was gaping wide so the deep-cut shirt revealed the swells of her breasts. She gave him a seductive smile as she strolled closer. The scent of woman, soft and feminine, surrounded him as she placed a hand on his shoulder, and then moved to stand behind him.

He tensed. “Best keep your penny.” She probably didn’t want to hear that her presence was the last thing he needed or that his mind was on the strawberry-blonde woman who just stepped from her trailer.

Kari was quick. Her touch firmed, pushing him down into his chair as he started to rise. With deft fingers, she began to massage the knots tightening beneath her caress. He didn’t miss the frown on Zoë’s face as she suddenly turned away. Damned if Trent didn’t appear from out of nowhere and move to her side, ushering her toward his trailer. Josh stood in the distance looking at Drew as if he expected him to do something—anything.

Drew’s dilemma had every nerve in his body on fire. He sat down his beer and grabbed one of Kari’s hands to pull her away, but she took it as an invitation, landing in the middle of his lap. Within a heartbeat, her arms were snaked around his neck. Her lips pressed against his.

Caught off guard, he was momentarily paralyzed. When he opened his mouth to object, Kari deepened the kiss, thrusting her tongue deep inside. It took more strength than he cared to use on a woman to break her grip. Rising, he set her soundly on her feet and stepped away. His gaze darted toward Trent’s trailer only to find Zoë in the man’s arms, slow dancing. Her body was svelte, sexy as they moved as one. Several others joined them on the makeshift dance floor.

Red-hot anger crawled across his face, singeing his ears. His fingers curled into fists. Bodies and feet in rhythm, Drew could tell they had danced before. The familiarity of how Trent smoothed his hand down her back, nestling it close to the swell of her ass, revealed they had been more than dance partners.

“Looks like she has another man in mind tonight.” Kari leaned into him. She stroked her hand up his bare arm. “Why don’t you join Connor and me tonight?”

Drew snapped his gaze toward Kari. Holy shit! The woman was inviting him to a threesome. He was into kink, but multiple partners weren’t his thing. Perhaps he was too possessive, or was it selfishness? When he made love to a woman, he wanted her full attention on him and him alone. And that woman was Zoë.

“Thanks, but no thanks.” Drew maneuvered himself out of Kari’s grasp.

The casual air around her froze as her palms shot to her hips. “She doesn’t fuck the same man two nights in a row. You might as well accept it.” A snide grin stole across her face. “Besides don’t knock what you haven’t tried—” She narrowed her eyes on Zoë. “She’s into it.”

For a moment, Drew couldn’t speak. The thought of Zoë with another man was enough to make his stomach churn. To think of her with two men at once nearly sent the heat in his face to a raging fire.

Damn it. He had no right to tell her what she could and couldn’t do, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to do everything in his power to try. Right now was as good a time as any. He walked away from Kari, heading toward the dancing pair. Before he reached them a strong hand folded around his biceps, stopping him in his tracks.

“She doesn’t need a scene tonight.” Josh looked drawn, tired. “Just back off. Give her a little room. Zoë knows how Kari is. They’ve played this game before. Kari wants what Zoë has. That means men too.” He released his hold on Drew. “Word of warning, don’t try to make Zoë jealous. It will turn on you badly.” He pressed something into Drew’s hand. “It’s her trailer key.”

Drew nodded his thanks as he slipped the key into his jeans pocket. Perhaps Josh was right. Although it went against his better judgment, maybe he was better off taking it slowly. He pinpointed his gaze on the dancing couple. “I don’t think I can stand by and let her sleep with him.” The mere thought of her wrapped in Trent’s arms made Drew break out in a cold sweat.

Josh slapped Drew on the back, drawing his attention. “Give her a little credit. She doesn’t want him.” He paused, looking like he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. “All I ask is that you make her happy. She deserves that.”

Again, Drew nodded. If she gave him a chance, he’d work a lifetime at seeing to her happiness.

As the night waned, the crowd got louder, more riders turning in their quads for a beer. Drew was glad to see that Zoë wasn’t drinking. She refused the fourth drink offered her tonight, but not the attention of nearly every man in camp who wanted to dance with her. Of course, that only drove Kari to make a couple more attempts at seducing him. He fought her off admirably, but it was wasted energy if he expected Zoë to notice his efforts.

Not once did Zoë look his way. Even where she stood, she kept her head turned. Trent rose, trying to pull her into an embrace. With a sidestep she dodged his grasp. Drew couldn’t make out their words, but he knew exactly what Trent was up to as he glanced toward his trailer, trying to pull her in its direction. She shook her head, jerked loose and walked away. When he began to follow her, Drew fought the urge to intercept him. Instead, he took a breath, not releasing it until she was safely in her trailer, alone.