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out the door. She must be crazy. Hell, I must be crazy for going along with this. I don’t even know how this is considered some kind of trick or joke or whatever. I sighed and sat in her vanity chair staring at the mirror at my reflection. What have I got myself into?
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    Luke
    I sat on my bed with Roxy’s bag next to me waiting for Marie to bring her up. My curiosity got the better of me as I stared at the bag. Is her sketchpad in there? I pulled the bag onto my lap and opened it. She had a pair of shoes and socks in there, a small purse, a pouch of pencils and the pad in question. I pulled it out and opened it just as I heard the footsteps coming up the stairs. Quickly tossing the pad back in the bag, I closed it, got up and opened the door.
    Marie was standing at the top of the staircase smirking. “I need her bag. She’s wanting to sketch something.” I grabbed the bag off my bed and handed it to her as she kept talking. “Did you know that she sketches nudes? Totally shocked the hell out of me. Who’d have thought something that sweet would enjoy drawing naked models?” She shook her head and carefully maneuvered her way down the stairs.
    I stood there in shock. No wonder she said she was embarrassed to show me the sketchpad in the car. It must be filled with nudes. Maybe she isn’t as innocent as Beau thought she was. That could be why Bus is panting after her too. The bastard must have heard about it or even saw them. Well, I was in a good mood. I sighed and headed down to the kitchen. Mom and Charles were sitting at the kitchen island peeling potatoes. I heard dad and the twins in the living room laughing at a cartoon on TV.
    “Hey, Lucien. Come down to get a drink for your little friend?” Mom asked not even lookin g up from peeling the potatoes.
    “Yeah. Do we still have a few bottles of soda?” I asked heading toward the fridge.
    “In the fridge. Dinner will be ready in a few. I still have to make the salad and start slow-cooking the pork chops.”
    “You are too good to us, Momma.” I kissed her on the head and grabbed two bottles out of the fridge. I bounded back up the stairs and heard giggling coming from Marie’s room.
    “Hey bro.” Marie purred from behind me.
    I spun around in surprise. “Shit, Marie. You scared me. Wait if you are here then who’s in your room with her?”
    Marie smiled as she headed downstairs. “Beau. She said she was here to draw him.”
    Another round of giggling came from behind Marie’s door. My eyes narrowed at the sound. What the hell. I went up to the door and pressed my ear against it to hear what was going on.
    “So how would you like me, Roxy?” Beau asked his voice muffled.
    Roxy giggled. “Why don’t you lie down on the bed? That’s it. Now put your hand behind your head. No not like that.” Another bout of laughter. “Here let me help you.”
    “Gawd, girl. Your hands are cold.” He exclaimed.
    “Well, you can always help me warm them up.” He voice lowered to a husky whisper.
    My jaw clenched in frustrated anger. Left hand tightened to a fist around the lids of the soda bottles that dangled from my grip. I clutched the doorknob so tight my knuckles morphed to a pale white. Beau’s deep laugh and her giggle were muffled through the door conjuring images of them with their limbs entangled as the embraced on the bed. I rested my forehead against the smooth surface of the door. A deep growl of resentment emerged from my throat as I slammed the drinks down on the decorative table beside the entrance and pushed away from the door.
    I stormed my way upstairs to grab my keys from my room. I have to get out of this house right now. If I stayed, I’d just end up barging into that room and making an ass of myself. I ran out of the house to the garage and jumped on my bike. I sat there for a few moments trying to gather my thoughts when