A silent scream forms in my throat, causing me to stop in the middle of the parking lot. I hate these thoughts that keep popping into my head. I hate that I’m still having doubts about Reed. He insists he didn’t kill Brooke. He swears he didn’t.
So why can’t I one-hundred-percent believe him?
“The parking lot is for cars, little sis, not people.”
I spin around to find Easton grinning at me. He gives me a little nudge forward, adding, “Poor Lauren’s been trying to pull out of that space for about, oh, two minutes?”
My gaze shifts to the red BMW with its engine running. Sure enough, Lauren Donovan is waving at me, a slightly apologetic look on her face, as if she’s the one inconveniencing me and not the other way around.
I wave in apology at the twins’ girlfriend and hurriedly step out of the way. “I spaced out,” I tell Easton.
“Still worried about the interviews?”
“Yeah. But I did speak to Savannah and she promised she wouldn’t say anything about the Gideon stuff.”
Easton nods. “That’s good, at least.”
“Yeah.”
“Ella,” Reed’s voice comes from behind us. “Ride home with me?”
I turn as he strides into the parking lot with Sebastian at his side. Again, my paranoia kicks in. “What happened? Don’t you have practice?”
He shakes his head. “East does, but I’m excused. Dad just texted and ordered me to come directly home.”
Fear pricks my spine. “Why? What’s going on?”
“I don’t know.” Reed looks frustrated. “All he said was that it’s important. And he already cleared it with Coach.”
His face is hard, which means he’s worried. I’m learning that Reed gets mean when he feels backed into a corner, and this corner filled with police, investigators, and prison has to feel like the smallest, loneliest corner in the world.
“Does he want me there, too?” I ask warily.
“No. But I do.” Reed glances at his youngest brother. “Seb, you cool driving Ella’s car back?”
Sebastian nods. “No prob.”
I toss him the keys, then watch as he heads for my convertible while Easton jogs off to football practice. Reed and I climb into his Range Rover, but I’m not sure why he asked me to ride with him, because he doesn’t say a single word for the first five minutes of the drive.
I stare out the window, chewing on my thumbnail. Silent Reed is tough for me to deal with. It reminds me too much of when I first moved in with the Royals. All I received from Reed were glares and cutting remarks, which was a huge difference from what I was used to. Mom was slightly—okay, really—irresponsible, but she was always cheerful and never kept her emotions in check. I was the one who did that.
“Say it,” Reed suddenly barks.
I’m startled. “Say what?”
“Whatever it is you’re obsessing about. I can hear you thinking, and if you bite any harder on your finger, it’s gonna come off.”
Chagrined, I look down at the teeth marks on the side of my thumb. Rubbing the redness away, I say, “I didn’t think you noticed.”
He answers in a low, gruff tone. “I notice everything about you, baby.”
“I’m worried. You keep telling me not to be, but it’s only getting worse” I admit. “At school, it’s easy to see the enemy. To categorize people into helpful or unhelpful, for you or against you. This thing just seems so big.”
So scary, but I keep that to myself. Reed doesn’t need to hear my fears. He’d take them on his shoulders and try to carry them along with all the other baggage that’s weighing him down.
“It’s all going to get taken care of,” he says, his capable hands guiding the SUV down the long paved driveway toward the Royal house. “Because I didn’t do it.”
“Then who did?”
“Maybe the kid’s father? Brooke was probably shaking down as many marks as she could that night. I wasn’t the only idiot who—” He stops abruptly.
I’m glad he does, because I don’t like thinking of Reed having sex with anyone else, even if it was before me. God, it’d be so nice if he was a virgin.
“You should be a virgin,” I inform him.
He lets out a surprised laugh. “That’s what’s got you all wound up?”
“No, but think about how many problems would be solved by that. You wouldn’t have this thing with Brooke. The girls at school wouldn’t be drooling all over you.”
“If I was a virgin, all those girls at school would be trying to get in my pants so they could say they were the first to climb Mount Reed.” He grins as he pulls to a stop around the side of the house.