You had to give it to her, Samantha had been dedicated. She must have been out here for hours last night, throwing my shit around.
Nell and I had been working maybe half an hour, picking the contents of my makeup bag and jewelry box out of a thorny bush, when Vaughan appeared. He stood on the deck, yawning; a cup of coffee filled one hand and a pastry the other. Worn jeans, no shirt, even more reddish-blond stubble.
Damn, he was hot. The kind of hot that only got better with age and experience. Not that I was even remotely interested in getting involved with him beyond the new-friends-having-sex thing. Neither of us intended to stay in town and I had only just gotten out of a ruin of a relationship. But good lord, such a northern Idaho sex god.
Primitive man might have worshipped the sun, but I’m pretty sure the sun worshipped Vaughan. The way it bathed him in a golden glow, showcasing his ink. Tattoos had never even interested me before. A stable job and a fixed residence? Yes. This whole “reckless bad boy living the rock-and-roll lifestyle” vibe Vaughan had going? No. Absolutely not. It went against everything my parents had taught me to value, due to them providing a lack of said things during my childhood.
All the things I probably needed to start questioning, given my recent bad choices. Though, I don’t know. What was wrong with wanting a home and a little stability? Yes, I’d rushed into it, a big mistake on my part. Next time I’d take it slow, really get to know the person and make sure we were right for each other. Lesson learned.
At any rate, I ignored the stirrings of lust from my loins, for now. Etiquette dictated that jumping a man in front of his sibling was not the right thing to do. Plus, with my hangover looming large, now did not strike me as the best time to raise the no-strings-sex topic. No, I’d keep an eye on the man, see if he gave off any of the right signals. My poor girl parts would just have to wait.
At least he couldn’t see me ogling him because of my shades. I probably had drool on my chin, though. Ever so discreetly, I gave it a rub.
“You’ve got a nerve,” said Nell, suddenly tense beside me. If spikes had suddenly appeared running down her spine I would not have been surprised. “Would it have killed you to call me, let me know you were back?”
“Hi, sis.” Another yawn from Vaughan. Then he stuffed his mouth full of pastry, talking around it. Or through it (Chris would have been appalled. Fuck you, Chris.). “Thanks for bringing over breakfast.”
“Eat with your mouth closed. God, you’re gross.” Nell crossed her arms, staring him down. “Have you even evolved since you were eight?”
“I’m taller. And I got over the whole girl-germs thing too.” He winked.
“Kind of figured that, what with the way you treated the fly on your pants like a revolving door during high school.” For the next part, Nell adopted a low manly tone, “Hey, I’m the guitarist in a band. I write songs and I care about feelings and shit. Come on, you know you want a piece of this, baby.”
I quietly sniggered (she did his voice so well).
Vaughan cracked up laughing, nearly doubling at the waist. “Not bad. But you have to offer to play them some broody-ass emo tunes out by the lake. Works every time.”
Nell flipped him the bird.
“Take it easy,” he said. “I was going to call you today. Things got busy yesterday.”
“Oh, I know. The whole town’s talking about it. It’s how I knew to bring breakfast for both of you.”
“Awesome,” I moaned. Not unexpected, but still. Two hundred–odd guests had been in the front garden, waiting for the nuptials to happen. Made for a lot of mouths to do a lot of talking.
“Sorry,” said Nell. “But your botched wedding is hot news everywhere.”
I nodded, mouth curved down in a frown.
“We need to talk,” said Nell, turning back to her brother.
“Sounds serious.”
“It is. I’ve been trying to get ahold of you for weeks.”
“Sorry.” Head hanging low, Vaughan winced. “There’s been a lot going on. I’m here now, though.”
“Which leads me to the next question. Why are you here?” She tilted her head. “You’ve avoided this place like the plague for years.”
“You just said you wanted to talk to me, now you’re giving me shit for being here?” He grabbed at the back of his neck, rubbing hard. “Like you said, it’s been a while. Maybe I just wanted to catch up with you.”
As eyebrows went, Nell’s left one was particularly vocal. The way it arced called bullshit on her brother without saying a word. “What’s going on, Vaughan? Last I heard you guys were touring with Stage Dive and everything was great.”