Nothing.
Then he looked out the window beside the front door. No car, either.
“Fuck!” He hit the door frame. It hurt. He did it again.
“Problems?”
Gabriel glanced down the hallway. He’d assumed Michael was out, but he found his older brother sitting in the kitchen.
The laptop sat open in front of him, work papers spread across the table.
“Yeah,” said Gabriel. “Nick took the car.”
Michael didn’t even look up from the screen. “Huh. Didn’t you do the same thing this morning?”
“Don’t talk to me like I’m a little kid.”
Now his brother’s eyes flicked up. “I’m sorry, was that a ma-ture adult punching the front door?”
Gabriel took a step forward, ready to let loose with something biting and acerbic, something that would start a fight to take the edge off this anger.
But then he realized he might just might be able to work this out.
He dropped into the chair across from his brother. “Would you let me borrow the truck?”
Michael laughed, but not like it was really funny. “The last time you ‘borrowed’ the truck, I got a call from the cops at three in the morning.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Gabriel paused. “Please.”
Michael was already looking back at the laptop. “I need the truck this afternoon. I was going to run to Home Depot.”
God, like he couldn’t do that later. “Come on, Michael.
Please.”
Now his brother really looked at him. Gabriel never asked him for anything. Ever.
“Where do you need to go?”
Gabriel warred with telling the truth but Michael was more likely to say yes if he knew it was for school. “I’m picking up someone from my math class. We’re coming back here to study.”
“Try again.”
Gabriel sighed. “Really.” At Michael’s raised eyebrows, he emphasized, “Really. Why would I make that up?”
Michael studied him for an eternal minute. Then he closed the laptop. “Okay.”
Gabriel almost fell out of his chair. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.” Michael stood. “Let’s go.”
Wait a minute. “You’re not ”
“Driving? Yeah, I am. We’ll pick up this someone, I’ll bring you back here, and then I’ll go to Home Depot.”
This was some kind of punishment. Or retaliation. Had to be. “Look, if you’re just going to grill me about the fires ”
“No grilling. We can’t afford for something to happen to the truck.” Michael was already heading for the garage. “This is the best you’re going to get. Take it or leave it.”
Gabriel couldn’t believe he had to get a ride from his brother.
Christ, this was humiliating. They’d always had a car. He’d never needed to beg a ride to pick a girl up.
Especially to study.
He felt about thirteen. Maybe Michael would offer to take them for ice cream, after.
“Hey,” he said when they were halfway there. “I need you to do me a favor.”
“Another one?”
“Please don’t be mean to this girl.”
“Aha.” Michael glanced over. “I knew this had to be a girl.”
“Look . . . just . . . she’s not like that, okay?”
“So not only do I have to play chauffeur, but I have to be nice, too?” Michael’s voice was full of sarcasm, but it lacked the usual edge.
Gabriel didn’t trust this new niceness but if he snapped at Michael, his brother might abort the whole operation. “Maybe it would be best if you just didn’t talk to her at all.”
Michael fell silent for a while, and trees raced by. Finally, he said, “How bad is it?”
“How bad is what?”
“Math.”
“It’s fine,” Gabriel lied. “I just don’t want to fall behind.”
Michael glanced over. “You think you’ll be able to get back on the team?”
“Damn it.” Gabriel scowled. “I can’t believe Nick told you.”
“He didn’t. I’ve been waiting to see if you’d tell me yourself.”
Like that would ever happen. “Chris, then?”
Michael shook his head. “Your teacher called.”
“She what?”
“I don’t know why you guys are so surprised when the school calls me.”
Gabriel couldn’t believe this. “God, I hate her.”
Michael fell silent again, but this time it was weighted, like he wanted to say something. Gabriel wasn’t about to give him an excuse to lecture, so he kept his mouth shut and stared out the window.
“I used to hate it,” Michael finally said. “Your teachers would call me all the time. Especially in middle school. I mean, these were people who’d taught me, and four years later, they’re calling to ask me to control my little brothers. Every frigging day, another hassle. A fight. A missed assignment. Come in and sign this form, come down and fill out this paperwork. It used to make me nuts.”
Boo-hoo. Gabriel didn’t look away from the window.
He wondered if Michael was looking for an apology. He wasn’t getting one.“By the time you and Nick hit freshman year, I thought it would settle down. But then I had middle school teachers and high school teachers calling me. I remember that October, I was trying to figure out how the hell to file a tax return for the business, and Vickers called me up to tell me Nick had gotten in a fight in the locker room.”
Vickers was the guidance counselor. Gabriel remembered that day, one of the few days Nick had actually been involved in a fight, when he wasn’t just taking the fall for Gabriel.
It wasn’t really a fight at all. Seth and Tyler had cornered Nick after gym class. They’d beaten the crap out of him.
Gabriel had switched places with Nick the next day. Seth and Tyler backed off after that.
He’d had no idea Vickers ever called the house.
“I hated that stupid cow when I went to school there,”
Michael said. “I used to think she was useless. So when she called up to whine about Nick, I went off on her. Told her I was sick of her and every other teacher always getting on my case, setting me up to fail. I completely lost it. I’m surprised she didn’t hang up on me.”
Michael hit the turn signal for Compass Pointe. “When I finally shut up, she said something I’ll never forget. She said, ‘We’re not setting you up to fail. We’re calling because we want to help you succeed.’”
Gabriel stared at him for a long moment, waiting, hoping there was more. But his brother didn’t say anything else.
Gabriel rolled his eyes and looked back out the window.
“That is the dumbest story I’ve ever heard.”
“All I’m saying is, I don’t think your teacher is trying to hassle you.”
“Yes. She is.” But Gabriel kept thinking of Nick’s comments about graduation.
He kept thinking about Layne’s expression when she’d figured out he was cheating.
It made him want to shrink down in the seat.
Michael glanced over. “At least you’re doing something about it.”
“Whatever.”
Michael sighed. “Which house?”
Gabriel pointed. Layne’s house was immaculate in the sunshine, all white pillars and stone facing that reminded Gabriel of her comment about a serial killer living there. Perfect landscaping, too, though he’d bet Michael had already spotted twenty areas where the workers had cut corners and used crap plants.
Gabriel was unbuckling his seat belt and trying to figure how to spin the transportation issue, when Layne came flying out the front door.
Jeans. Forest-green turtleneck. Braid. Glasses. After the getup she’d been wearing last night, it reminded him of those super-hero cartoons he’d watched when he was a little kid. The ones where only a few select people got to know what hid behind the meek-mannered exterior.
How had he never realized how hot she was?
She hesitated halfway to the truck, noticing that he wasn’t alone. Gabriel slid out of the cab.
“Sorry,” he called. “I don’t have the car, so my brother had to drive.” He came around the front of the truck to meet her.
She cast a glance at Michael, looking flighty. “There’s a problem.”
“Is your dad still home?” Gabriel glanced at the front door, ready for her father to burst out with a shotgun.
“No . . . but Simon is.” She hesitated. “Our mom never showed up.”
The more he heard about her mother, the more Gabriel wanted to find the woman and shake some sense into her.
“He can’t stay home alone,” Layne rushed on. “I’d say you could come in, but if my dad came home early ”
“Statutory rape. I remember.”
Her cheeks turned pink. “Yeah.”
God, this figured. Nick taking the car was probably an omen.
Unless . . . could this be an elaborate way for her to back out?
Maybe she’d had second thoughts when he’d pulled up the driveway. Maybe she didn’t want anything to do with him after all.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “I get it.”
“No! I’m not . . .” Layne licked her lips. “I’m not backing out. I’m wondering . . .”
Some hair was coming loose from her braid, and if Michael wasn’t sitting right there, Gabriel would have tucked it back into place.
No, he’d be pulling the elastic free, unwinding the plaits . . .
Focus. “Wondering what?”
She took a deep breath. “Would it be okay if Simon came with us?”
CHAPTER 27
Layne sat at the kitchen table and watched Gabriel glare at his trig textbook. He had a fresh piece of notebook paper in front of him, a sharpened pencil clenched between his fingers.
A murderous expression on his face.
“Come on,” she said. “You can’t hate math that much.”
“Trust me. I can.” He glanced up. “You hungry? Want something to drink?”
“I want you to quit stalling.”
“I am not ”
“Oh.” She raised an eyebrow. “Does it usually take twenty minutes to hook up your PlayStation, or was that just for Simon’s benefit?”
His voice dropped. “I was hoping Michael would leave.”
His brother? Layne remembered Gabriel mentioning that they fought, but Michael had been perfectly nice to her. He’d barely said a word during the drive over here, and then left them in the kitchen with the excuse that he had work to catch up on.
“He said he had to run to Home Depot,” said Gabriel. “But he’s probably sticking around to make sure I don’t con you into going upstairs.”
The words almost made her breath catch. Thank god he couldn’t feel her heart rate stutter. “No chance.” She tapped the book with her pencil. “I’m here to help you work.”
“Hmm.” He leaned in and pushed a strand of hair off her face. “Is that a challenge?”
Now she couldn’t breathe at all.
She hadn’t bothered to look at the Internet last night. This morning, either. Kara hadn’t called, and she couldn’t bear to check her e-mail. She had no idea whether Taylor had ever followed through on her threat to put everything online, but if she had, what could Layne do about it?
Nothing.
And it was so much nicer to think about the moments with Gabriel, after the party. She’d turned his words over in her head all night. Not just the kind ones, when they’d been sitting by the water. The harsh ones, the really honest ones, when they’d sat on the tailgate of his car.