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The Stillness Of You(19)

By:Julie Bale


Surprise knotted her forehead and for a second I thought I had blown it   because she didn't reach for my hand and she sure as hell didn't seem   excited.

"What do you mean?"

I shrugged, trying to make out that it didn't really matter if she   wasn't into my idea, even though it mattered a hell of a lot. "I just   thought … I know how much you liked that barn and well, Matt explained   that you were staying with him because you're trying to decide what to   do with college and stuff and I just thought … " I heaved a breath and ran   my fingers across the day old stubble on my chin. "I just thought you   might like to use it as a studio. You know, for your painting."

Okay, she was going to think I was an absolute loser. What kind of guy   offered up an art studio to a girl he was just getting to know? For the   first time my idea-the one that had seemed so right when I'd arrived   this morning-kind of sucked and I frowned.

Georgia King was going to think I was controlling freak.

But then a smile slowly crept over her face and there went my damn heart   again, racing to the moon. Man, if I could rewind the last five  seconds  just to see that happen all over again, I'd be a happy man.

"Really? But, aren't you going to use it for something? Storage or I don't know …  a place to practice your slap shots?"

I grabbed her hand again, my thumb rubbing along the sensitive area   above her wrist. "No," I said carefully. "I'm good. My slap shots are   good. My aim is always true."

"Really," she whispered.

"Yeah. It's kind of crazy but I get paid a lot of money because of it."

"Uh huh."

"So, you know, the barn is all yours if you want it."

A heartbeat passed.

Her eyes darkened and she licked her lips. "I want it," she said and I knew she wasn't talking about the barn.

Another heartbeat passed.

Holy hell.





Chapter Fourteen





Georgia





"So, Georgia,"

I glanced up at Ben's sister, my mouth full of pizza and my stomach   coiled tight. She seemed nice but a little protective of her   brother-which I got, they were obviously tight-but I wasn't so sure   where she was headed and I wasn't in the mood for an interrogation.                       
       
           



       

"What's your deal?" She took a sip of beer. "Do you go to college? Do you live nearby?"

Great.

I glanced at Ben, but he settled back in his deck chair, his dark eyes   intimate as he gazed at me expectantly. I didn't see a way out of this   unless I wanted to sound like an absolute bitch.

"Right now I'm staying in Philly with my brother Matt. I'm kind of in-between stuff right now. You know, figuring things out."

"Oh." She seemed a little surprised. "Do you work then?"

My cheeks flushed as a wave of heat rolled through me. I didn't need to   work, not with my inheritance, but that didn't mean I wouldn't want a   job. I'd thought of applying for a part time gig at an art gallery   downtown but I knew as soon as they did their background check I'd never   get hired. Who was going to hire a crazy person? I didn't think Oak  Run  was going to look real good on a resume.

So what was the point?

"No," I answered abruptly.

Eden took a sip of her beer, pointing to my bottle of water. "Did you   want something a little stronger to go with your pizza? There's beer but   we've also go vodka."

"I don't drink." Shit this was going well.

She seemed surprised at that one and was silent for a few seconds. "At all? Like you're opposed to it?"

Irritated, I pasted a fake smile on my face and exhaled. "I just don't drink."

"Seriously, Eden?" Ben sat a little straighter. "We're not doing the third degree thing."

Eden ignored her brother. "And Matt, he's one of the coaches for the Flyers? That's how you guys met?"

"Yes."

I darted another look at Ben, but he was watching me in a way that made my skin tingle.

"Georgia paints," he said suddenly.

Eden's eyebrows shot up. "Really? That's cool." She leaned back in her   chair and shook her head. "I'm challenged when it comes to that shit. I   can draw stick people and that's about it."

Ben snorted. "You're challenged when it comes to most shit."

She tossed a beer cap at him. "You're an asshole." With a giggle she   glanced my way again. "He's lying. I'm into sports too, track, and I'm   attending USC on a scholarship while studying medicine."

Great. Was the entire Lancaster family filled with over achievers who   not only looked amazing but excelled at everything they did?

My life of partying and trouble and good times seemed so lame compared   to these two and I couldn't help but think Ben's interest in me was   purely sexual. What the hell did I have that would keep someone like him   interested beyond getting laid? My level of comfort took another   nosedive and I tried to keep a smile on my face but it didn't work, so I   stared at my toes instead.

But Eden wasn't done. "So are you still in college?"

I forced the pizza stuck in my throat, down, and shrugged. "I took a   year off but I'm hoping to go back in the fall or maybe next year … " I   finished lamely. Or maybe never.

"Oh, wow, that's cool that your parents are fine with you taking time,   you know? Our older sister wanted a year off between high school and   college and man," she glanced at Ben and made a face. "Mom and Dad were   not happy with her plan and eventually wore her down."

I didn't say anything and silence fell between us. I didn't want to chat   about college or parents or anything that had to do with me. The gap   between what I was and what they'd both become was as big as the fucking   Grand Canyon. I knew Eden was just curious, but her direct way of   looking at me, made me uncomfortable and I didn't know how to tell her   to back off without sounding like a bitch.

"Okay, Eden. Are we done with the twenty million questions?" Ben jumped   to his feet and held out is hand to me. "Let me show you the house."

I wiped my hands on my lap and reached for him, grateful for a distraction.

Except he was way more than a distraction. He was something to lose   myself in and when his fingers touched mine, when that thread of energy   we shared exploded and rushed across my skin, I think I might have   groaned.

He grinned.

In fact, I'm sure I did.

Ben leaned close, his arm sneaking around my waist. "Don't worry about   Eden. She's always in my business. She has been since the day we were   born."

We. Wait a minute. "You guys are twins?" Of course they were. Why would   God only gift the world with one perfect Lancaster? Why not have two of   them walking the earth?                       
       
           



       

"Yep. Technically she's older by a few minutes but they don't really count."

I smiled but didn't say anything because I totally thought it would count-at least for Eden.

Ben guided me into the house-we'd shared pizza on the deck-and it was   beautiful. He gave me a tour of the main floor and I could tell that he   was really into the details of the place. It was a massive brick   colonial that had been modernized-he'd said it was old, built in the   1930's. There were a lot of wood floors, exposed brick and a couple fire   places to boot.

It seemed bigger than it was, mainly because there wasn't much furniture   and after showing me around the fully finished basement, and spending a   few extra minutes in what was going to be his future man-cave, we  ended  back up in the main floor master bedroom.

Ben's room.

Ben's awesome room with the biggest bed I had ever seen.

"Wow," I said turning in a full circle. Again it was pretty much bare,   except for the huge bed, but what an amazing room. It was all dark wood,   rich floors, a fire place and it had high, cathedral ceiling and half   of it was glass. It was amazing.

The half that was glass reached over his bed. It was insanely cool and   from the grin on Ben's face I could tell he was really proud of the   place.

"Ben, it's amazing."

"Yeah," he said slowly, taking three steps until he was inches from me. "It is."

Anymore words I had dried up as he bent forward and kissed me.

His lips were warm, soft and my hands snaked around his neck because if I didn't hold onto something I was going to fall.

I tasted beer and mint-the guy was a stickler for Wrigley's gum-and when his tongue slid between my lips I met him head on.