Free Strung (Seaside) by Rachel van Dyken Page B

who did it. Alec was here supervising. For some reason he didn’t trust me to do the deed without peeking.” There, totally fixed.
    “I’m going home,” she announced.
    Just kidding. Not fixed. I reached for her arm, “Like hell you are. You’re staying here and that’s final. You’re sick. You shouldn’t be up and walking anyways. Come on.” With a grunt I lifted her into my arms and carried her down the hall towards the stairway.
    “She try to escape or something?” Alec asked, suddenly appearing at the bottom of the stairs. I rolled my eyes and nodded.
    Alec put his hands in the air. “She’s scary when she’s sick.”
    “She’s also suicidal. She wanted to walk home.” I snapped.
    Alec scowled. “Nat, you’d make it as far as the kitchen table, pass out, and most likely crack a tooth in the process.”
    Nat tensed in my arms. Damn she was a firecracker.
    “Lock the doors.” Alec’s intense gaze flickered from me to Nat.
    I put her down on the couch and then walked to the doors, locking each of them. “Crap, how long have they been camped out?”
    “Since you came back with the flowers.” Alec answered.
    “Who’s camped out?” Nat piped up.
    “Photographers, news crews, fans. Basically everyone in Oregon.” Alec cursed and took a seat next to Nat. “Thanks to my brother’s heroic kiss in downtown Seaside, the media can’t wait to dig in to you.”
    “Great,” Nat grumbled and laid her head on the arm of the couch. “If they saw me now they’d wonder what the fuss was all about.”
    Alec tilted his head. “You really don’t see it do you?”
    I walked back in the room and only heard the last part of the conversation.
    “How breathtaking you are.” Alec’s eyes shone with appreciation. “Nat, you’re absolutely gorgeous without any help from make up or fancy clothes. And you’re the only person in the known universe who hasn’t asked for one of our autographs.”
    “She hasn’t?” I interrupted “Rude, Nat. Rude.”
    Nat laughed. “So that’s how I get rid of you two? Ask for your autograph and throw my panties like the rest of them?”
    I plopped onto the couch in between Nat and Alec. “I could live without the autograph part, but the panty-throwing sounds intriguing. You planning on doing that soon? I’ll wait.” I grinned and received a chuckle from Nat and a kiss on the cheek. Take that brother…
    Alec cleared his throat. His eyes moving from me to Nat then back again. “I’ll go see what I can do about the media for now. Why don’t you guys watch a movie or something?”
    Nat sighed. “My pick. I’m sick.”
    I cursed. “My head hurts, does that count?”
    “Your head always hurts when you use it, silly, so no, doesn’t count,” Nat joked.
    Alec left the room laughing, leaving me scowling at Nat. It was easy being with her. Talking with her. I didn’t feel pressure to be someone that I didn’t want to be. Yet, I couldn’t’ shake the feeling that something was off.
    Especially when her eyes kept flickering behind the couch — as if she were looking for someone.
    As if she were looking for Alec.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN
     
    Alec
    DEMETRI NEVER COULD last through an entire movie. High or not, he had a serious issue with keeping his eyes open when the TV was on. Nat and I watched movies until midnight. I knew it was time to take her home, but I really, really wanted to cuddle with her on the couch.
    Yeah. Cuddle. That was how bad I had it. I didn’t even want to peel pieces of clothing off; I just wanted to comfort her, to hold her.
    Ugh.
    “Thanks, Alec.” Nat yawned and rose from the couch. “For staying up with me.”
    Her eyes were still partially closed as she tried to walk towards me like a drunken sailor. Poor thing needed to go to bed.
    I smiled. “Anytime you want a movie buddy. I’m there.”
    Great, so she’d forever associate me with being just a friend. Right. Because that’s what I had in mind.
    Shaking my head, more at myself than her,