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holy, he did not want to hear about their wedding plans. Under normal circumstances, he found that
kind of talk insufferable. Today, it might send him over the edge.
Yeah right, as if you haven t already gone sailing over the edge.
They both greeted him with grunts, which he returned without meeting their eyes. Matt suspected
he d never be able to look at Brent again without thinking of Lucy. Oh, God. Simply thinking her name
felt like a spike being driven into his sternum. Trying to distract himself, he stood and opened his
locker. Thankfully, his friends were relatively quiet for once, allowing him to dress for his shift
without their usual ribbing of one another.
Behind him, Brent flung open his locker door, letting it slam against the one beside it. Matt
frowned, finally glancing at a perplexed-looking Daniel.
 Need a hug, man? Daniel joked.
 I m not in the mood today, pretty boy.
Daniel didn t press, but Brent thundered on as if he had.  Sometimes I wonder if women were just
put on this earth to make men feel like assholes. Who s with me?
Daniel lifted an eyebrow.  You re asking the wrong guy. Women are kind of my thing. A slow
smile spread across his face.  At least, they used to be.
 Yeah, well, maybe you could have talked some sense into my sister. Brent tossed his giant-sized
sneaker into the back of his locker with a bang.  I certainly couldn t.
Matt went very still.  What happened? Is she okay?
Brent shrugged jerkily.  She was physically fine when I dropped her off at the airport an hour ago.
Mentally, it s anyone s guess.
 Airport? Matt choked out, fighting a wave of dizziness.
Brent slumped onto the bench, his irritation seeming to drain out of him.  I don t get it. I ve barely
spent two seconds with the girl since she finished grad school, then she s off to Paris. He rubbed his
forehead, oblivious to the fact that Matt s knees were nearly buckling in front of him.  Fuck. Did I
give her the impression that I don t want to hang out with her? His eyes closed on a frustrated sigh.
 She called herself a nuisance.
Matt had been holding his badge. Now, it clattered on the ground. He fought the urge to grab Brent
and shake him.  Nuisance, he enunciated.  She used that exact word?
The day of the water balloon fight came back to him then in a tornado of words and color. If I ever
hear of you calling yourself that again, I will find you wherever you are and make you sorry.
That s a promise.
Looking miserable, Brent nodded.  She said the position at the Louvre opened early& that it
wouldn t wait. I could tell she was lying. I know her. Something was up.
Matt could hardly think over the furious pounding in his chest. Was this her way of sending him a
message? If so, she d taken a serious risk of him not getting it. Like Brent, he didn t buy the story
about the position opening early.
He sprang into motion, shoving his feet into shoes and slamming his locker door shut. Unable to
think of anything but the consequences of not getting to Lucy before she boarded the plane, he gripped
Brent by the shoulders.  Flight number. Terminal. Give them to me, now.
 Why? Brent s brow puckered, but his friend knew him well enough that it only took a quick study
of Matt s face to determine exactly why he wanted to find his sister.  Oh Jesus, Matty. Are you
fucking kidding me?
 No. I need her. He worked to steady his voice.  She belongs with me and I m going to get her,
with or without your help.
 I can t believe you re making me kick your ass two days after you saved my life. He threw up his
hands.  Has to be done. It s a rule.
 Set in stone, Daniel murmured, watching them closely.
Matt s patience was rapidly deteriorating.  Look, you can try and kick my ass later. I ll give you
the first swing. But right now 
Brent laughed incredulously.  You don t get to schedule your own ass-kicking.
That did it. Whatever composure he d been able to maintain evaporated. He shoved Brent up [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]