Free The Bionics (The Bionics Series Part 1) by Alicia Michaels Page A

voice trails off as Gage brushes past me, stomping angrily for the exit. Without a word he is gone and I’m left looking like an idiot in front of everybody.
    That does it.
    Now I’m pissed.

Six
     
    Blythe Sol and Gage Bronson
    The Green at Restoration Resistance Headquarters
    August 16, 2012
    9:00 a.m.
     
    “Hey!”
    He keeps walking like he doesn’t hear me and that only fuels my anger. I try not to think too much about the sway of his narrow hips or the ripple of his back muscles beneath his fitted, black t-shirt, or even the cool air that is whipping through tho se blond strands of hair that make me want to run my fingers through them.
    Because those thoughts are completely inappropriate.
    “I’m not kidding, Gage, I will smack the shit out of you with my titanium hand and you’ll wake up tomorrow with a concussion!”
    That stops him right in his tracks and I wonder if it’s because he thinks I’ll do it, or if he’s calling my bluff. Either way, I’ll take it. We’re alone on The Green, a patch of synthetic grass dotted with trees, flowers and benches . T he kids’ playground is a few feet away, but the little ones are probably at the school house the Professor built for them and no one’s here. Just because we’re in hiding, doesn’t mean we don’t want our kids to get a good education. One day, when we’ve righted the wrongs of our country and are able to become productive members of society again, we want the kids to be ready.
    “What do you want from me, Blythe?”
    The question catches me off guard, even though what I wanted to do at first was convince him to let us use Agata . Now, looking at him and seeing pain wrapped in mystery flashing in his eyes, I am not sure exactly what it is he’s asking. Does he need to know what I want from him right this second, or are we talking about something deeper?
    “You came to me yesterday and acted like you wanted friendship, you kissed me—”
    “I believe it was you who did the kissing,” I interject , my face going hot despite the cold air whipping around us at the thought of his lips on mine.
    Gage lifts a blond brow and snorts sarcastically. “Yeah, and it only takes one to tango. Give me a break, Blythe . I f your boyfriend hadn’t come in and ruined it, I could have had you on your back.”
    Part of me wants to be mad, but the other part of me wants so badly to retort by telling him that I would have preferred it if he were on his back.
    Instead, I defend myself with, “ Dax is not my boyfriend.”
    “Are you sure about that? The way I see it, he’s awfully possessive of you and not shy about marking his territory. He’s a lot like that dog of yours…he might as well have pulled out his pecker and pissed around you!”
    “Are you trying to make a point, or are you being obnoxious on purpose?”
    “My point , Blythe, is that you’re a taker. You are willing to take whatever I give you and look at me with those big, beautiful eyes of yours and talk to me about trust. With those same eyes, you close yourself off to me and refuse to answer me when I ask you where you’ve been. How am I supposed to trust you with my niece, with her life, my life, when you won’t do the same for me? That family bull shit you were spouting back there doesn’t mean shit to me if you’re going to take from me without giving back. I don’t know about you, but where I’m from people in a family don’t do that.”
    The howling of the wind picks up and for awhile it’s the only sound that can be heard on the green. Someone has let Dog out of the dorm—everyone at Mosley Hall helps me look after him—and he’s now loping toward us across the grass, his pink tongue hanging sideways out of his mouth. He jumps up and nudges my hand with his head; his way of telling me that he wants to be scratched behind the ears. I oblige him in an effort at distraction, but it only works for so long. Gage has taken my silence to mean that I’m indifferent and he turns