And the truth was that most of Nash’s friends weren’t that bad. At least Emma would be there to keep me company-she’d started going out with one of Nash’s teammates while I was grounded. That was a bean sidhe thing, and easily my favorite part of my recently discovered heritage.Īll I’m saying is it would be nice to get to hang out with my friends and my girlfriend at the same time. I almost felt sorry for all the humans who wouldn’t be able to see that-to read emotion in another’s eyes. When I looked up, I found Nash watching me, his hazel eyes swirling with streaks of green and brown in the orange glow from the streetlights. I’d been burned before by guys without much staying power. Forever can be a very long time for bean sidhes, and so far his track record looked more like the fifty-yard dash than the Boston marathon. 'Who started that vicious rumor?' I’d never said it, because as addictive as Nash was-as special as he made me feel-I wasn’t going to toss off words like love and forever until I was sure. They know all they need to know about you-you’re smart, pretty, and crazy in love with me, he teased, squeezing me tighter. 'Yeah, I’m sure the glitter-and-gloss throng is waiting for me to give them a chance.'

They’d be yours if you’d get to know them.

They’re your friends, not mine, I insisted as we passed the third convertible on our way to the well-lit house at the end of the cul-de-sac, already thumping with some bass-heavy song I couldn’t yet identify. You look like you’d rather gouge your own eyes out than hang for a couple of hours with some friends. Of course, they all probably had more than liability coverage….įortunately, the party was in a very good section of our little Dallas suburb, where the lawn manicures cost more than my father made in six months. But it was mine, and it was paid for, and unlike some of my more financially fortunate classmates, I’d never be able to afford another one, should some idiot veer too close to the curb.īut Scott Carter’s driveway was full long before we’d arrived, and the street was lined with cars, most much nicer than mine. It was more than a decade old, and hardly anything to oooh over. Not that my car was expensive, or anything.

I didn’t like parking on the street it didn’t seem like a very safe place to leave my most valuable possession. I pushed my car door closed and twisted the key in the lock. Like I’m seeing the sun for the first time in a month. The one that made his dimples stand out and his eyes shine, and made me melt like chocolate in the sun, in spite of the mid-December chill. SO, HOW DOES IT FEEL to be free again? Nash leaned against my car, flashing that smile I couldn’t resist. But as usual, the truth was a bit more complicated…. THE WHOLE THING STARTED with a wasted jock and a totaled car.

My soul to keep rachel vincent