Harlot's Mansion (Part 2)

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[Introduction]

Hello! Welcome to Harlot's Mansion. In this large place, atop a mountian, who knows what will happen when a few friends get together, with a famous band. Love is sure to flourish in this secluded place, but who knows what other adventures will befall the characters!

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**This story is completely fictious. Any characters that may seem like real life people is completely coincidental or with expressed permission.**

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Harley sat in the den, quietly reading a book. The house was deadly quiet and Harley chose to lose herself in a book - the quiet always drove her nuts. Sure, she liked it every once in a while, but only for a short period of time. It had been months since anyone visited her in the mansion, the only other people being the staff. Which were nice to look at but not much for stitilating conversation.

Her mind wandered as she remembered the last time her friends had visited. It was a wild and crazy weekend, topped off with a beautiful ball. It was so much fun to see everyone so dolled up, dancing around, and enjoying themselves. She hoped they were all doing okay and that they would come back to visit soon.

She made her mind focus on her book. It was one of her favorites, the Lazuras Grey series written by her dear friend Sci the Spy. She smiled in spite of her self thinking of the brit. A great friend who could always make her smile. She missed her morning "coffee" time with him.

"Miss Harley?"

Harley looked up from her book to find, her old butler, George standing in the doorway of the den. He was a gentle, olderly sort of man. Harley thought of him as more of a grandfather or uncle than her butler, thought he would never call her anything except Miss Harley no matter how many times she asked him to just call her by her name.

"Yes, George?"

"I just wanted to let you know that a guest has arrived for you."

"Thank you, George," she smiled.

She put her book down and followed George to the front hall. She wondered who was here. It wasn't an easy trip up the mountain so it had to be pretty important for someone to make the long and often times scary ride in the cable car to the house. Harley was excited that someone had made the trip and hoped that it wasn't someone carrying bad news.

George waved his arm majestically and said, "Miss Harley, may I present..."

“The energetic pink gummy bear!” I filled in enthusiastically as I stepped forward with a large grin.

After pushing windswept black tendrils of hair from my eyes, I allowed them to roam around the front hall as the memories from my last visit began to dance vividly in my mind. Oh the laughs and the crazy escapades had never seemed to end. And when they had ended, it had been much too soon.

“LAUREN!”

“HARLEY!”

Within a few seconds, I had dropped my bags and hugged tightly to one of my best friends. The magnificent Madame Harley, in all of her Slim-Jim like goodness, had always been there for me with a smile and a shoulder. Being one of the only people who had my trust and utter devotion, I had been more than happy to make the trip to visit her.
Again!

“It’s so good to see you again, lady.” I said, looking down at her with that same enthused grin.

She looked exactly as she had the last time I’d seen her; hair pulled back, glasses on, comfy, dark, clothes. Looking briefly down at my own worn jeans and hoodie, I didn’t feel so awkward.

“It’s so good to see YOU again!” she laughed.

“Yeah,… Really brings back the memories, doesn’t it?”

She looked about with a wistful expression creasing her face. I could imagine that she was indeed remembering the time we had all spent together much earlier.

“It really does.”

There was a slight silence…
Changing subject, I took hold of the few bags I had brought with me. What, you thought I’d only be visiting? Visiting… Maybe. But I planned on sticking around for a while, and knowing the lady of the house like I did, I knew she wouldn’t mind too much if she did at all.

“So... Do I get to have the same room as the last visit?” I asked, remembering the beautiful plush bedroom with the dark color scheme. That comfortable bed was practically calling my name after the long trip.

With a lovely grin curving her lips she shook her head.

“Only if you want it, I have the master bedroom reserved for you. Well,… you or my sister should either of you have come to visit.”

“What’s the difference?”

With an impish look, she lowered her voice to a whisper and leaned closer. Her bright hazel eyes twinkled playfully.

“It’s… pink and lacey.”

“NO WAY! You are completely against pink!” I laughed, lifting a brow to give her a suspicious look.

“I’ll prove it to you, follow me.” She huffed, leading me up one set of stairs while I trailed behind, giggling silently at the thought of HARLEY having a PINK room.
What’s next, I wondered, a flying monkey from the Wizard of Oz serving tea and crumpets?
But much to my surprise, she hadn’t been kidding! She opened the door to a large, brightly colored room, as soon as we came upon the second floor. Pink splashes and bold lace accented the large room, pulling together an air of supreme femininity. It was quite the outcast from the rest of her home.
I was indeed shocked.

“Well! I guess you showed me!” I muttered, still surprised as I surveyed the room once more.

The triumphant smirk had me stifling a giggle and I was about to make another comment but was interrupted as her butler say, from somewhere downstairs, “Miss Harley, you have yet another guest.”

Turning curious eyes on her, I murmured, "I wonder who that could be…”

Harley smiled and shrugged. “I’m not sure. I wasn’t expecting anyone this weekend.” She threw an arm across Lauren’s shoulders and squeezed with affection. “I already got a wonderful surprise when you arrived, my sweet.”

Lauren’s eyes sparkled with curiosity and she grinned. “Well, come on, girl, let’s go see who it is. We might just have ourselves a party in the making.”

Harley grabbed her hand with a giggle and pulled her out into the long hallway. They raced each other to the top of the stairs and stopped at the railing, eager to see the new visitor. Lauren let out a gasp and grabbed Harley’s arm in a death grip. “Oh, my God,” she said in a breathless voice. “Harley! Do you know who that is?”

Standing in the Front Hall, Chris stood looking around in wonder, surrounded by several maroon bags of luggage. But she wasn’t alone. Right next to her with his hand possessively on her back, stood a tall, well-built man with wavy dark hair and handsome features. They made an interesting couple, since Chris was only about 5’2” and this striking newcomer was about a foot taller. Harley tilted her head a little. Hmm. He looks a bit familiar, but I can’t place him. Man, he’s a looker all right, though. Lucky Chris.

Lauren was almost hyperventilating beside her. Harley shook her head. “What’s the matter with you, girl?”

“That guy!” Lauren hissed in a whisper. “He’s Reece Lawson, the lead singer to that new band, Dark Horizons. I love their music. I can’t believe he’s here!”

Harley snorted a laugh, taking her arm and pulling her toward the stairs. “Well, let’s not keep them waiting, then, woman.”

The two descended the stairway, Harley with confident steps and Lauren following, trying to get her “cool” in place, her eyes locked on the man below. Amusement bubbled up inside Harley and she had to bite back another laugh. God, this might turn into quite an interesting weekend after all.

“Miss Harley and Miss Lauren,” said the old butler who met them at the bottom of the stairs. “May I present Miss Chris and her companion, Mr. Reece Lawson.”

Chris came forward to wrap Harley in a big hug, her face beaming with happiness and a hint of mischief. “Harley! So great to see you again, Lady!”

Harley returned the hug. “Oh, Chris! It’s wonderful to see you too, sweetie.” She drew back and looked at the stranger, offering her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Lawson.”

He came forward and took her hand, flashing a brilliant white smile. His crystal blue eyes sparkled with amusement. “Please, call me Reece. And I hope you don’t mind us just dropping by like this.” He gave Chris a quick glance, reflecting her mischievous look. “But I’m told my lady, there, has a plan.”

Chris bumped his arm in a playful way and gave him a mock stern expression. “Now, Reece, don’t spoil the surprise.”

“No worries, my sweet,” he said, giving her a wink. “I’ll leave that up to you.”

Harley was intrigued. Her pulse picked up at the mention of a surprise. She was going to ask about it, but Chris turned to Lauren next. The poor girl was almost vibrating in place, her cheeks pink, trying not to stare at Reece.

“Hey, Lauren,” Chris said, grabbing her in a big hug. “Great to see you too, girl. And yes, I have a good supply of energy drinks for you in my bag.” Both women giggled at the inside joke. Chris released her and turned toward Reece. “I think you know who this is,” she said, grinning, “but I’ll give you an intro anyways. “Lauren, this is Reece Lawson from the rock group, Dark Horizons.”

Reece took Lauren’s hand, giving her a charming smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Lauren.”

Lauren’s face turned a deeper shade of pink, her grin getting even bigger. “It’s a real treat to meet you, Reece. Welcome to Harley’s mansion.”

Harley decided to save the day when Lauren exhibited all the signs of being star-stuck. She laughed and drew Lauren toward the living room. “Well, what do you say we relax for a while in the other room while I have one of the staff members take Chris and Reece’s bags upstairs?”

“Yes, definitely,” Lauren agreed, her eyes still on Reece. “I’ve got to hear how you two met and how you decided to visit here. I thought Chris was coming here alone.”

Harley looked at the conspirators around her with suspicion. “Okay, what’s going on?” She looked at Chris. “Spill.”

Chris grinned. “Oh, all right. I got word you’ve been a little depressed lately, so I arranged for some friends to visit you. And, since I’m working with Reece on his biography, he was nice enough to come with me.” Her eyes sparkled. “And if his band mates have some free time, they just might agree to a private concert for all of us.”

Harley’s mouth dropped open and it took a moment to recover. “A concert? Here?”

“Excellent!” Lauren shouted, doing a little happy dance in place.

“Yes, and most of your friends will be coming to share the fun,” Reece said, giving Chris a sideways hug. “Chris arranged the whole thing.”

This time, Chris’ cheeks colored. “Well, it’s been a rough year, so when I heard Harley was feeling down, I thought a little get-together would help everyone.”

Harley gave Chris another big hug. “You are so sweet. Thank you.”

Lauren bounced in place, still doing a few dance steps. “Now this weekend is really going to rock!”

Harley’s heart filled with joy and excitement, and she pulled Chris and Reece toward the living room. “Come on, you guys, let’s go in here and relax.”

At that moment, another knock sounded at the door. Reece flashed a smile and looked at Harley. “Looks like more friends arriving.”

“I wonder who it is this time,” Lauren mused.

Harley beat her butler to the door and flung it open with a grin.

Purple T-cicle

Theresa stood nervously with her back to the front door, facing the stone path. She let her brown eyes follow it to the green spiral maze, a chill racing down her spine as she thought about the terrifying Jack Nicolson movie,The Shining. The sound of the door opening pushed the creepy thoughts from her mind. She slowly turned around while taking a deep breath. Having only seen a picture of the Mistress of the Mansion, she was unsure of how to respond to all of the conflicting emotions. The call from her mentor, Chris, was something T couldn't pass up. Or the opportunity to set her eyes on those that she had formed relationships with over the last few years. Chatting on the computer, texting and phone conversations paled in comparison to actual face to face time.

Harley stood on the threshold, her hazel eyes wide with wonder.

Theresa moved forward, dropping the purple luggage to the ground. “Surprise!”

“I don’t believe it, the Purpleprincess,” Harley announced as Theresa embraced her.

“Heard you were having oh so much fun all by your lonesome and since you said I could come anytime, I thought what the hell.”

Theresa could hear voices from inside. The excitement at the chatter inside pushed away all the nervousness she’d felt before the door opened.

“Well don’t just stand there, T, get in here!”

A smiled broke out over T’s face as she scooped up her bag and headed into the enormous house.

Harley had the elderly butler take the bag from Theresa, and led her to the living room where the other’s gathered.

“Look who I have here,” Harley announced dragging Theresa by the arm into the room.

Theresa gnawed her bottom lip, the grin becoming bigger as she feasts her brown eyes upon Lauren. “Bootylicious!?!” Her voice rang out, laughter filling the room as Theresa rushed forward and flung her arms around Lauren.

“No freakin’ way!”

Theresa laughed and looked at her friend. “I’ll take that as approval.”

She turned from Lauren and smiled at her mentor, making her way over to the couple. The handsome man beside Chris looked familiar, but Theresa brushed that thought aside. “Chris, you look great.”

The two embraced and Chris looked up at the hottie with a blush creeping over her face. She turned back to Theresa. “This is Reece Lawson.”

“Hello, Reece,” she said extending her hand.

Lauren moved to Theresa’s side. “Recognize him?” she whispered.

Theresa stared up at well built man, locking onto his mesmerizing blue eyes, so clear and warm it made her breath catch for a moment. She shook her head, knowing she’d seen him before, but clueless as to where.

“Does the name Dark Horizons ring a bell?” Lauren asked, nudging T in the side.

Theresa gasped, her jaw hanging open. “Holy shit,” she muttered.

“Isn’t he hot?” Lauren whispered.

“Ya think?”

The doorbell chimed, bringing the introductions to halt, followed by an incessant pounding on the door.

“Someone’s eager to get inside,” Theresa said.

“More guests,” Harley squealed as she raced from the room toward the door.

“Well,” Lauren began, “we could use a few more guys. It’s not a party with only one.”

Standing at the door was a guy who looked to be too young to be at the mansion. With his boyish face and short, thin frame dressed casually in a t-shirt and jeans. he looked to be no more than 20. He chuckled on the inside as he noticed the surprised reactions of those indoors, as he always got that reaction when at a bar. "So I hear there are still some rooms available?" he said rather sheepishly as made his way inside.

The interior of the mansion was really nice, and it impressed him. With an awkward grin he waved to the women who were gathered in the foyer. He knew all their names: Harley, Theresa, Lauren and Chris. But he had never actually *met* any of them before. “Real smooth, Mark,” he said to himself as made his way back outside to stroll the grounds. He needed a breath of air anyway.

Following the stone footpath that winded around the side of the house, Mark found himself drawn toward a large hedgerow teeming with vivid red roses. It appeared to have an entrance of some sort. He had never been in a hedge maze before, but the thought sounded really cool, so he took off running into it like a kid at a carnival.

He wondered what he’d find inside…

Harley knew that Mark was really shy so instead of chasing after him like she wanted, she walked along the path in a lesiurely pace along with Chris, Theresa, Lauren, and Reece.

"Is Mark okay?" Reece asked.

"Oh yes. He's just really shy. I'm sure he just wanted some air or something." Harley smiled. "Even I feel a little nervous around new people but I just hide it really well thanks to taking speech and debate in high school."

Reece nodded in understanding. We entered the spiral hedge maze. I knew the maze like the back of my hand - and it was quite simple really - just follow the path and you'll reach something eventually. It's getting out that can be confusing as the way in and the way spiral around each other. We made it to the first gazebo but Mark wasn't there. I assumed he moved on to the next one since we didn't pass him obviously.

Lauran, Theresa, and I chatted about nothing in particular as I led them on through the second spiral. Reece followed behind but didn't talk much. I assumed he was enjoying the scenery but then again, he might have been getting dizzy since we were walking in circles.

We reached the second gazebo that looked identical to the first and still no sign of Mark. Where did he go? Harley wondered.

"Where is he?" Lauren asked.

"I was wondering the same thing. If we keep going we'll reach the center of the maze. There are some cool statues and benches to sit. Let's go there at least. Even if he's not there we can stop and chat." Harley said.

We continued on through the maze and after a short time reached the center of the maze. Harley didn't see Mark at first, but then Lauren screamed from the other side of the clearing.

"What is it? What's wrong?" Harley said running over.

~Just Gaz~

Sitting silently on his hands Gaz looked up at the bewildered face of none other than Lauren.

"HI! Its really cold out here and my hands are numb."

Lauren squealed in what seemed to be delight and rushed Gaz suddenly, crashing into the small stone bench and toppling both into the yielding grass.

"Where have you been!?"

"Here, I think Im lost."

Gaz looked up after an awkward silence to see Harley, arms folded with a smug grin sprawled across her face.

"Hello Gaz, dorky as always I presume?"

"Yes ma'am, and HUNGRY!"

"Well we were just looking for Mark, help us find him and I promise you a hot meal."

Flipping Lauren onto her back and leaping to his feet Gaz joined Harley as she looked on shockingly.

"I think I saw him...I thought he was the gardener."

They all chuckled as Harley motioned for Gaz to follow her. "Come say hello to Theresa."

"Yes ma'am miss Ana ma'am."

Lauren and Harley froze, Harley turning around quickly to face Gaz.

"What...did.....you....call...me???"

Gaz stepped backwards carefully as she glared, piercing a thick low-rolling fog and growling deeply. Suddenly he felt a bump and spun around to see Mark.

"Mark, hello! RUN FOR IT!"

Seeing the stormy expression on Harley’s face, Mark turned and sprinted after a fast-retreating Gaz, who ducked out through the nearest maze opening. Leaves flew through the air as he clipped the edge and took off.

Lauren pushed Harley’s shoulder. “Let’s get him, girl!”

“You bet your ass,” she agreed, taking off with an angry noise of frustration. “He’s gonna pay for that!”

The two women dashed through the hedge doorway after Mark and Gaz, leaving Chris and Reece in the center of the maze. Chris grabbed Reece’s hand and started to pull him after the others. “Come on, before they get too far ahead of us. I don’t know the way out of this place without Harley.”

Reece stopped her, pressing a soft kiss on the back of her hand. “Ah, but wouldn’t it be fun to stay here and enjoy ourselves in this wonderful Gazebo?” Pulling her toward him, he enveloped her in a strong, but gentle hold. His eyes sparkled as he looked down into hers. “Seems a shame to waste all this fresh air and amazing scenery on a chase. That is, unless you’d like me to chase you around this place.”

Chris’ eyes twinkled with amusement. “That’s a very tempting offer, but I really don’t want to get lost in this maze. How about we save the chasing for later around the bedroom Harley gives us?” The disappointment in his crystal blue eyes gave her a stab of guilt. Sliding her hands over his chest and up behind his neck, she gently pulled his head down close. Skimming her cheek against his, she nibbled on his earlobe, whispering, “I promise I’ll make it worth your while, sweetness.”

She smiled when his grip tightened and a little shudder went through his big frame. He dipped his head to return the favor, whispering in a deep rumble, “You got a deal, Lady.”

In a quick move, he stepped back, grabbed her hand, and pulled her after him toward the maze opening. She laughed, stumbling after him down the next leafy alley. Up ahead, she heard Gaz cry out in surprise. A heavy thump followed, as if someone hit the grass-covered pathway. Chris and Reece hurried their steps around another corner, hearing what sounded like a scuffle, punctuated by several grunts and growls. Chris increased her speed to keep up with Reece’s long strides, anticipation of the scene ahead causing a thrill to race through her blood. What in the hell is Harley doing to the Gaz-man?

Reece skidded to a stop in front of her and she collided with his muscular back, bumping her nose against his leather jacket. His deep laugh made her curious, and she peeked around his broad shoulder at the group in the lane before them.

Mark kept running as though his life depended on it. The seemingly endless twists and turns of the maze bewildered him, and it sounded like voices were coming from all sides. Harley's to his left, Lauren's to his right -- or were they both coming from the same direction? The thought was dizzying. Not stopping to catch his breath (though he considered it), Mark sprinted through the maze, half-wondering if he had been running in circles the whole time.

Finally Mark found his way out of the maze, but he had no idea how he was able to do so. He made his way back to the house, hoping that the others were still in the maze. All had gone except for Theresa, who was at the front door. "Nice to see you again, Mark." she said with a smile.

"You too," Mark replied with a winded breath. "Where can I hide in this place?"

Theresa paused for a moment and pointed at the second floor of the mansion. There are some vacant rooms upstairs. I'm sure you could find someplace there."

"Thanks!" Mark gave her a quick tight hug and slipped through the front doorway. "Oh," he said, peeking his head out, "don't tell anyone you saw me."

Lauren was the first out of the maze, giggling."Has Mark come by this way any?"

Theresa shook her head. "Nope, haven't seen him. Is he still lost in the maze?" She started laughing.

Mark was already upstairs at this point, among another maze of doors. Some of the doors were ajar, others shut. Mark decided to go into one of the open rooms and hide there.

Harley chased after Gaz as fast as she could go. Finally she was close enough that she could tackle him and didn't waste the opportunity.

Gaz grunted with the force of Harley's body hitting him, then hitting the ground. Mark paused for just a moment then disappeared around the corner.

Harley laid on Gaz's back while Lauren sat down in the dirt to look Gaz in the face.

"Beg for mercy!" Harley growled.

"Never!" Gaz rolled around to his back, causing Harley to fall sideways into the dirt.

Lauren tried to hold Gaz down but he easily tossed her off of him.

All three stood up and faced each other. They began circling like wolves on the hunt. Harley and Laurn moved together and took Gaz back down into the dirt.

Chris and Ryn rounded the corner just then trying to hold in their giggles.

"Beg for mercy!" Lauren yelled.

"Never!! You'll never take me alive!" Gaz looked around then called out, "Reece! Save me!"

"Sorry man." Reece shrugged.

Gaz let out a growl, wrapped his arms tightly around Harley and Lauren then turned over so they were both pinned under him.

"Well, Gaz, now what are you going to do?" Lauren giggled.

"Make YOU beg for mercy!" Gaz laughed meniachly.

"Mark! Save me!" Lauren screamed. She was able to run down the path that Mark took with Gaz close on her heels.

Harley stood up and looked to Reece and Chris. "So, having fun yet?" she laughed, trying to smooth her hair.

"It has been entertaining so far," Chris laughed.

"Let's go back to the house." Harley breathed.

Reece and Chris fell into step behind Harley as they made their way out of the maze. Theresa and Lauren were waiting by the front door.

"Where's Mark or Gaz?" Chris asked.

"I haven't seen Mark," Theresa said, "And Gaz ran inside to hide from Lauren."

"Well, let's go inside unless you all want an official tour of the grounds." Harley said.

"No. It's more fun to discover things on your own." Theresa laughed.

"Okay then, let's head inside and see if we can find Gaz or Mark."

They all piled into the house in search of their two missing friends.

Harley paused at the base of the stairs, her hand on the railing. She looked at Theresa, Chris, and Reece with a thoughtful expression. “Mark seems awfully spooked about something today. I know he’s normally shy, but he’s making himself a little too scarce this time, in my opinion.” She gestured toward the living room. “Why don’t you take a break and relax in there.” An amused twinkle glittered in her eyes. “Reece, I have an excellent quality acoustic guitar in there if you’d like to play a little for Chris and Theresa.”

A slow smile spread across his face at the mention of a musical instrument. “Very cool, Harley, thanks. I always love the opportunity to practice.” He looked down at Chris. “How about it, sweetness? Want to relax and listen to some music, or continue this crazy chase?” His gleaming white smile made even Harley’s heart do a flip.

Before she could answer, the sound of running feet echoed through the corridor off the front entry hall. Lauren’s voice was unintelligible, but her tone said it all. Chris smiled at Harley when she heard the faint yell of the Gaz-man’s voice. “I think she’s closing in on him as we speak. The chase just might be over soon after all.”

Theresa laughed. “Oh, I don’t know. That Gaz is one slippery customer. He may yet be able to avoid Lauren’s claws and leap away again.”

Before Harley could answer, her eyes grew wide at the sound of a splash in the distance. The other guest’s expressions reflected her surprise. More splashing and angry noises came across the rooms, and they all laughed. Harley shook her head. “Sounds like they found the pool off the den. I’d better go make sure they don’t drown each other this time.” She waved toward the living room. “Please, relax in there for a few minutes while I sort this out.” Lowering her brows, she glanced up the stairway. “I also have to find Mark and see what’s up.” She flashed a smile at them and started off toward the pool area.

Reece linked arms with Chris and Theresa and walked them toward the living room. “How would you two ladies like to help me write a new song? With all this excitement going on, I’m sure we could come up with something fun.”

Harley heard them laugh as she made her way through the corridor toward the commotion in the pool room. Butterflies made her stomach jump as she padded forward. I hope Lauren and Gaz haven’t killed each other yet. She paused in mid-step, quirking an eyebrow. Or maybe they’re past that and involved in another kind of mischief. Heat flushed her cheeks for a moment, and she considered turning back to look for Mark instead. When the angry, combative noises continued, she laughed and walked into the den, wondering what she would find in the pool.

Well, at least I’m not lonely anymore. Cool beans.

The house was ginormous. I'd never seen anything like it before in my life, outside of pictures. I slung my backpack over my shoulder, and wandered around. I knew who lived here. I'd known her for a while, and she was definitely one of my favorite people, but I'd never actually met her, and I was beyond nervous. I brushed my hair behind my ear, looking around. The various flowers that seemed almost sprinkled around accented the warm feeling of the land. The mansion should have felt cold, sterile, but it didn't.

I couldn't believe I was here, that I was going to be meeting the infamous Harleyhoney, the first person I met in Writing dot com chat that made me feel welcome. I pushed my glasses up my nose a little and continued on, trying to calm my racing heart.

I moved through paths of hedges, turning corners, until I heard loud voices and shrieks split the air abruptly.

The shrieks were too much like battle cries to be ignored. I bit my lip, hesitating before I just started walking toward them. I turned the corner to see a woman trying her best to drown a much bigger man in a pool.

He was trying to both breathe and laugh while fighting her off. She was growling and shrieking while trying to push him under.

I moved a little closer, just far enough away that I wouldn't get splashed.

"Can I ask why you're trying to kill him?" I called out over the sounds of war.

The girl stopped and looked up with amber eyes. I recognized that face. The man spluttered up out of the water, wiping the moisture from his eyes. I recognized him too.

Gazzy and True....two of the craziest chatties I'd ever met, even if I'd never met them face-to-face.

I smiled and gave a little wave. "Hiya!"

Harley walked into the pool area to find Gaz and True dripping wet talking to a girl with a backpack over her shoulder. Harley could only see her back so she wondered who it could be. She didn't remember hearing anyone come in, but she guess George might have let the person in while everyone was in the maze.

"Hey guys," Harley called.

The girl turned around with a big smile, dropped the back pack, and tackled Harley before she could blink.

"Oomph! Gah Mire. I never thought you'd attack huggle me in person. Geez," Harley laughed.

"I couldn't resist. I'm just so glad to be here."

"Glad you are here too." Mire let Harley stand back up.

"So Lauren, I guess you decided to let Gaz live?" Harley smirked.

"For now." Lauren smiled.

"Miss Harley." Harley turned around to see George standing in the doorway. "Dinner is served."

"Thank you George." Harley smiled.

"Looks like I'm just in time." Mire smiled.

"Yes, come on, the others are in the living room. Reece is showing off his skills on my guitar."

"I didn't know you could play the guitar Harley!" Mire exclaimed as they four of them made their way into the den.

"Actually, I don't. I just have so many friends that are in bands, that I have plenty of instruments and things around the house for them."

Harley gathered Chris, Reece, and Theresa from the living room and went in search of Mark. She guessed he had run upstairs somewhere. She checked all the rooms but couldn't find him so she just yelled down the hall, "Mark, dinner is ready if you want to come down to the dining room!" Her voice echoed back and Mark still didn't show.

Harley sighed and went back downstairs to join everyone in the dining room.

"So Harley, what is for dinner?"

"I'm not sure. Ms. Rachel knows what I like so she just cooks what she wants based on that."

Dinner was cheeseburgers and fries served on black and silver china dishes.

"Harley, you definately have...unique tastes." Mire said.

"You have no idea." Harley laughed.

Lauren and Gaz entered the dining room in dry clothes, their hair still damp from the war in the pool. Harley was pleased her staff had cleaned them up so quickly. She didn’t want them to miss this most excellent dinner Ms. Rachel had prepared. Everyone began to dig in to the food. Harley noticed Mire’s eyes darting to Reece between bites and smiled. “Forgive me my manners, Mire,” she said, getting the young woman’s attention. “With all the confusion of your arrival and the pool war,” she shot Gaz and Lauren a meaningful look, “I didn’t get to introduce you to Theresa, Chris, and her guest, Reece Majors. Everyone, this is my good friend, Mire.”

A pink tinge colored the young girl’s face as she smiled shyly at the other guests. “It’s good to meet you, Theresa.” She focused on Chris next. “And you too, Chris. I’m so happy I finally get to meet you both face-to-face after all our fun in Chat.” Her eyes grew a little wider when she turned to Reece. “It’s nice to meet you too.”

Ever the charmer, he flashed her one of his brilliant smiles. “The pleasure is mine, young lady.”

Mire gave him a closer look, one eyebrow raised. “Hey, you look really familiar…”

Amusement bubbled up inside of Harley. She knew how much Mire enjoyed music, and couldn’t wait for her reaction to their rock star guest. “Well he should, sweetie. He’s the Reece from the band, Dark Horizons.”

Mire’s eyes got as big as saucers, her mouth dropping open, eyebrows shooting straight up. “Dude! No way!” Reece nodded, still smiling.

Harley laughed. “Yes, it’s him. Chris is writing his biography. He came on this visit with her so they can still get some writing done while enjoying a vacation. And that’s not all.” She winked at Mire, delighted at the girl’s reaction. “He said his band mates might be able to show up for a private concert.”

Mire jumped out of her chair and did a happy dance, speaking rapid-fire. “Ohmygod, Ohmygod, Ohmygod! That is so cool! I can’t believe it. Dark Horizons right here in Harley’s mansion.” She let out a whoop and everyone at the table burst out laughing.

Harley motioned for her to sit down once more. “I’m so glad you approve, Mire. Now, finish your meal so we can go back to the living room and see what Reece came up with for a song. While those two were splashing in the pool,” she jabbed a finger at Lauren and Gaz, who were engaged at throwing fries at each other, “Reece was writing a new song with Chris and Theresa. I’d love to see what they came up with.”

Chris’s eyes twinkled. “Oh, I think you might like it, Harley. It’s very whimsical, about a merry chase through a garden maze.”

Harley giggled. “I’m sure that’ll be a good one.” Looking around, she saw everyone had pretty much finished the meal. Gaz and Lauren had almost run out of fries to toss at each other, and Harley shook her head when she noticed a fry in Lauren’s hair. “Okay, everyone, let’s retire to the living room, shall we?”

Her guests filed out, still chattering about the pool war and complimenting Ms. Rachel on the wonderful meal. Harley hung back a moment, glancing at a shadow she’d seen around the kitchen doorway. Raising her voice, she directed her words at the kitchen. “Ms. Rachel, if anyone else wants to partake of the meal, please leave a plate on the dining room table. I believe Mr. Mark might be interested.” She smiled and walked away to join the others. Mark might be shy, but I’ll bet he’s hungry.

In the living room, Reece already had the guitar settled in his lap on the couch, strumming a few chords while the women watched. Harley took a seat next to Mire and bumped shoulders with her. “Hey, good to have you here, sweetie.”

Mire’s eyes shone. “Thanks for including me, Harley. This is amazing!”

Before he could start the song, Reece’s cell phone played a few bars from one of his hit songs. He reached into the inside pocket of his leather jacket and looked at the caller ID. A grin lit up his handsome features and he handed Chris his guitar. He nodded to Harley. “Please excuse me while I take this. It might be important.”

Harley smiled. “Sure, you can answer it in the parlor across the front hall.”

He nodded and strode from the room, answering the call before reaching the other room. The women gave each other curious looks, wondering what it might be about. Just when they started to speculate, Reece came striding back into the living room, a gleaming smile on his face, his eyes bright. “Good news, everyone. That was my band mate, Dillon, on the phone. He said they all have time to come visit and put on that concert you all were hoping for.”

Mire and Theresa jumped up with a yell, grabbing each other’s hands to do a happy dance together. Lauren perked up from talking to Gaz and decided to join the fun. The three formed a ring and danced in a circle, laughing and shouting until tears steamed down their excited faces.

Chris rose and gave Reece a huge hug. “Oh, man, this is going to be good!” She looked up into his sparkling eyes with a grin. “Many thanks, sweetness.”

Harley laughed and noticed Ms. Rachel at the entryway. She walked over to find out what the woman might want. “Yes?”

Ms. Rachel had a secret smile on her face, intriguing Harley. She spoke in a conspiritory tone. “I thought you’d like to know the food I put out for your shy guest has vanished.”

Breaking into a warm smile, Harley nodded. “That’s wonderful news. Thank you, Rachel.” The woman nodded and made her way back toward the kitchen. Harley looked toward a flicker of movement she noticed at the top of the stairway and sighed. I wish we could get him to join us. She turned back toward the celebration in the living room and her eye caught sight of the guitar Chris had set down on the couch. An idea sprang to life. Mark plays the bass guitar. Maybe when the band gets here, we can tempt him out. Moving back into the room, she decided to join the dancing circle. We’ll see.

When everything calmed down, everyone found a spot to sit, although Harley seemed to be a bit distracted. Reece--ye gods, I still couldn't quite believe he was here-- and Chris had sat down on one couch, heads together while he picked at the strings of his guitar.

Gaz and Lauren were playing thumb war, and I found myself lying on my back on the floor, staring up at the huge ceiling. The quick little tunes Reece played every few minutes were pretty, but I figured he was just waiting for something before he really got down to it. Theresa sat chatting with Harley, and I caught a few little snippets of the conversation.

"Do we know where Mark is? I haven't seen in a while now..." Theresa remarked, and my ears pricked up.

I turned my head, eyes wide. "Mark's here too?"

Harley grinned and nodded. "Yep, but he seems to be feeling a little anti-social today."

I let my face draw down into a little pout. "Aw, darn!"

"He'll come out when he's ready." Chris told me, and I smiled.

"Oh, I know. It's fine." I stretched on the floor, feeling and hearing each vertebrae pop. I groaned and relaxed, completely limp.

"Sheesh, Mire, trying to kill yourself?" Lauren piped up, throwing a pillow at me.

I giggled, and shoved it under my head. "Nope, just getting comfy."

Harley looked around the room at all her friends. It was so nice to have some noise in the house again. She build the huge mansion to make sure she always had plenty of room for her friends, but when they weren't around, the house was too large for just little ol' her. It was lonely most of the time. She was so thankful for Chris for calling everyone to visit. It meant a lot to her.

"Miss Harley." George said from the doorway.

"Yes, George?"

"You have a telephone call."

"Oh thank you," she turned to her friends, "I didn't even hear the phone ring! I wonder who it could be."

Harley left to take the call but returned in just a few moments.

"I'm sorry to ask, but Reece, could you join me for a moment in my office?"

Everyone gave Harley a questioning look, especially Chris.

"Don't worry, I know he's yours." Harley said with a wink to Chris.

Reece kissed Chris's forehead then followed Harley out of the room. She heard someone say "She's up to something," and Harley guessed it was Lauren - who always knew when she was scheming.

Reece and Harley were in her office for twenty minutes. Reece returned to the living room alone however. When she returned to the living room, she heard everyone still grilling Reece about what they had talked about. She stood outside the door to listen for a few moments.

"It was nothing important. I promise.”

"Why don't I believe you?" Lauren said.

Harley shook her head. Lauren always knew when Harley was planning something - she could never get away with anything.

Harley stepped into the room and all eyes turned towards her.

“So what are you planning?” Lauren said without skipping a beat.

“Nothing. I just needed to finalize plans with Reece about the band coming up here, to make sure that they had transportation from the airport to the lift, things like that.”

Lauren squinted her eyes but didn’t say anything. Theresa was tapping her fingers and Chris was staring at Reece as if that would make him talk. Gaz seemed uninterested in the mystery and simply stared off into space. Mire still seemed nervous around Reece so she was fidgeting in her chair.

“Right, so when will the band be here?” Mire asked.

Reece laughed, “In a few days I would think. They need to wrap a few things up before they can take a little vacation.”

“Tell us about them,” Theresa said.

“Hmm, well let’s see…” Reece started.

“Well Dalton is one of those guys that just commands the room. No woman can resist him - he just radiates confidence and sex appeal,” Chris said.

“No woman except you of course,” Mire giggled.

“Of course.”

“Pfft. I’ll be another woman. I pride myself on not falling over myself to get to a guy,” Harley said dryly.

“I don’t know, Harley. Dalton has a presence that can’t be resisted easily,” Chris said.

Harley snorted.

“What about the others?” Theresa asked.

“Well, Jesse, our drummer, is a college party type of guy, surfer dude I guess. Always where’s a tan cowboy hat. And Tanner is a bit shy but get him around anything with music and he comes out of his shell.”

“Speaking of shy, is Mark ever going to join us?”

Harley shrugged, “I don’t know.” She shook her head and glanced towards the door as if she expected Mark to walk through at that moment.

The clock chimed 9 o’ clock, breaking the silence. Harley was just happy to have her friends around her again that she didn’t feel the need to talk. It was nice simply having them there.

Reece, seeming to sense Harley’s feelings, picked up the guitar again and began to strum a slow melody on the guitar. On cue, George brought in drinks for everyone - champagne, but pepsi in a champagne class for Harley.

“Pepsi in a champagne class?” Chris laughed.

“Yes, I like to have an air of sophistication,” Harley smiled, holding her glass with only two fingers.

Everyone chuckled.

“Yea sophistication, like cheeseburgers served on good china.” Lauren laughed.

“Exactly,” Harley smiled.

“Miss Harley.” George said.

“Yes, George?”

“If you don’t require anything else, I’m going to retire for the night.”

“Oh we’ll be fine George. You go ahead.” Harley smiled sweetly at the man. She noticed that he was moving slower than usual and she worried about him. She knew that he would never complain or tell her that he needed to slow down either. She tried her best to make it easy for him without it being too obvious. George used to run the whole house, but now he mostly answered the door and the phone. He checked on the kitchen staff but they knew what was to be done and didn’t need too much checking on. George’s favorite place to be was the garden. He always seemed to have an excuse to check on the gardener.

Harley smiled to herself as she listened to Reece play the guitar and thought of her sweet old butler.

The clock chimed again. Harley stood and stretched.

“I suddenly feel tired,” she said.

“Really? It’s only ten o’ clock!” Mire exclaimed.

“Yea I know. I wasn’t expecting you guys to show up today. I woke up at five this morning to get some work done.” Harley put her glasses on the top of her head to rub her eyes.

“You guys are welcome to stay up as late as you wish. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen and all that. I really need to get to sleep if we are going to be having fun tomorrow.”

Harley gave hugs to Theresa and Gaz and gently kissed Laruen, Mire, and Chris on their foreheads. She waved to Reece and walked from the room. She slowly made her way upstairs suddenly overcome with a deep loneliness. She was overjoyed to have her friends around her again, but it made her realize how lonely she was without them. Harley liked to pride herself on the fact that she didn’t need a man but she wouldn’t mind the companionship.

She sighed as she crawled into her large bed and pulled the covers up to her chin. Her bed never seemed to empty in her life.

Harley woke up with a start. It was pitch black in the room and she reached up to turn on the lamp. She squinted her eyes against the brightness as she tried to identify what woke her up. The house was deathly quiet. She glanced at her watch, pulling it in close to her face to read it - two a.m.

“Figures,” she muttered.

She put her glasses on her face and padded her way to the bathroom. She brushed her teeth and her hair then went back to the bedroom. She took a moment to make her bed, so that George wouldn’t have to, then threw her black silk robe on over her pajamas - black tank top and black sweat shorts.

She made her way downstairs and into the kitchen for a snack. She hated waking up in the middle of the night. Once she was awake there was no going back to sleep.

In the kitchen she thought she heard a sound in the dining hall and froze in the middle of pouring herself some cereal.

Curiosity got the best of her and she tiptoed into the dining hall. Everything appeared as it should be. The hair on the back of her neck stood up and she made her way into the hall. She heard something in the front hall.

Thinking it was George or someone walking in their sleep, she silently padded into the front hall. The front hall was only lit by a small lamp on the table by the door. She looked into the dark parlor when something grabbed her shoulder.

Acting on instinct, she grabbed the hand and flew the person over her shoulder. They landed on their back with a thud and a yelp. Quickly, Harley straddled the person and held their hands down under hers.

“What are you doing in my house!?”

Instead of an answer, the person under her overpowered her and quickly switched positions - Harley was now lying with her back on the floor and the person over her. Flexible as she was, she brought her foot up and kicked the person in the back of the head.

The man, as Harley deduced, fell to the side with a groan. Harley used the opportunity to run back into the front hall. She ran smack into another man, who quickly got a knee in the groin.

She grabbed the lamp off the table and hit someone with it. She was tackled from behind as she tried to make her way upstairs.

Harley screamed with all her might, knowing that she was in trouble.

All of her friends came sprinting down the stairs. As everyone reached the bottom of the stairs, they all heard the tell tale sound of a shot gun being loaded. Everyone froze in their tracks then the front hall light turned on.

George stood in the middle of the room in his striped pajamas with a shot gun in his hands.

“Oh my gosh!” Chris laughed.

Reece laughed as well, both holding onto the railing of the stairs for support.

Harley screamed again, this time full of anger and rage, not a high pitched one that was full of fear.

“I see nothing funny about this! What the hell is going on!?”

A deep voice sounded in her ear, “I’m going to let you up now if you promise not to hurt me.”

Harley growled but figured if Chris and her friends were laughing it was safe - although she didn’t get the joke.

“Reece, you never said she was so feisty!” the man said.

Harley stood and turned to glare at the man. He was tall, over 6 feet, dark spiky hair and dark eyes. She took him in with one glance - he was wearing a leather jacket, torn t-shirt with some sort of design on it, faded blue jeans and boots. Despite her usual kind nature, she was still recovering from being scared so she punched the stranger in the chest.

“Oh!” he grunted then laughed.

“Harley, this is Dalton Moore, one of my band mates.” Reece chuckled.

“I see nothing funny about this,” two other men said from the floor behind the tall dark one.

“Yea I don’t either! George here could have shot you!” Harley screamed. “George it’s okay. You can put the gun away. Thank you for coming to the rescue." Harley kissed the man on the cheek and the frail man slowly made his way out of the room.

“Shit!” one of the guys called from the floor. Harley’s eyes widened when she saw the damage to the one that took the hit from the lamp.

“Oh my gosh! Lauren, go get the first aid kit, in the powder room.” Lauren ran off to do what Harley asked.

Harley ran over to the man to look at his arm, which seemed to have taken most of the hit from the lamp.

Lauren came over with the first aid kit. The one that took the knee to the groin recovered and came to help.

“I need some hot water guys.” Harley said to no one in particular. She assumed someone ran to do her bidding as she used the tweezers to pull broken glass from the cuts on the man’s arm.

Her hands shook a bit from the adrenaline that was coursing through her body. Theresa came over and began to rub Harley’s back to try and calm her down. Mire helped with the ‘surgery’ with another set of tweezers as a few glass pieces had cut the man’s face.

Gaz appeared with some hot water in a large bowl, and some clean towels. Harley washed the cuts on the man’s arm.

“Okay, this is going to hurt a bit,” Harley said just before pouring peroxide all over his arm. She knew that it would stain his and her clothes but she really didn’t care at that point. The man winced but he didn’t cry out. Harley handed the peroxide to Mire who used a cotton ball to apply it to the two small cuts on the man’s face - one on the forehead and another at the jaw line.

Harley wrapped the man’s forearm in gauze and secured it with tape, while Mire put small band-aids to the cuts on his face.

“There good as new - so to speak,” Harley said, putting things back into the first aid kit.

“Wow. Fiesty and smart.” Dalton said.

Harley glared at him again, feeling it was his fault that it happened. She turned back to her patient.

“I’m really sorry.”

“It’s alright. I’ll live. I guess we shouldn’t have scared you like that uh?”

“Umm no. How did you get in anyway? The doors should have been locked,” Harley said standing up.

Dalton helped to pull the man back to his feet, while Harley waited for the answer.

“A kindly old man let us in,” the third man said, putting a tan cowboy hat on his head. “The one with the gun.”

“George? How long were you wandering around down here before you attacked me?”

“Attacked you? You attacked us, little missy.” Dalton said.

Harley snorted and made her way into the living room. “We were here maybe about twenty minutes. George said he was going to get you. We assumed you knew we were here when you came down stairs.” Jesse said, leaning against the door.

Harley reached into the bar in the living room and pulled out a bottle of pepsi. She chugged it down as if it was a beer then slammed it on the counter. She pulled a pack of cigarettes form her robe and lit one up. She knew that Theresa and a few others didn’t like the smoke, and normally she would be polite to them and move to another room, but at that moment she needed something to calm her nerves. Lauren knew that as well and she turned on the ceiling fan to at least circulate the air.

“He never came to get me. I woke up for seemingly no reason and came down for a snack.” Harley took another puff off her cigarette. “Did he come up the stairs?”

“No ma’am, he went towards the back of the house where you came from, the second time.”

Harley sighed, “He went up the back stairs at the same time I was coming down the front. He just missed me.”

“We’re sorry for scaring you, ma’am.”

Harley stiffened but took another swig of pepsi.

Gaz flinched, “Oo, dude if you value your life, don’t ever call her that.”

“Tanner, you okay hun?” Chris asked.

“Yes I’m fine. I think that lamp is dead though.”

“Well! This has been exciting!” Mire giggled.

“So, now that everyone is awake, would anyone like a snack or a very early breakfast?” Harley asked putting out her cigarette. She was still riled up from the fight. Cooking or cleaning usually helped to calm her down.

The group followed her into the kitchen. She caught a look at herself in the mirror in the dining hall and gasped. She usually didn’t care much about her appearance but she looked ghastly. Her hair had fallen half way out of her pony tail and she was awfully pale. The peroxide had ruined the ends of her robe and her neck had little spots of blood on it.

Once in the kitchen she practically dove into the huge sink to wash herself off. Dripping wet, she sank onto the floor by the sink, curled up into a ball and trembled. Tears threatened to spring out of her eyes but she held them at bay.

She rested her head on her arms. Strong arms suddenly wrapped around her. Thinking it was Gaz or Mark, she leaned into the embrace and shed her tears.

“I was so scared,” she sobbed, “I didn’t mean to hurt him. It was all instinct. It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. I planned to have them show up in the middle of the night to surprise everyone but I figured George would wake me up. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.”

Gently hands stroked her hair and the motion comforted her. Suddenly hating herself for acting so weak, she pulled away and angrily wiped away her tears. Then she realized who had been holding her.

She gasped and felt even more embarrassed.

“It’s not your fault.” Tanner said. “We should have said something instead of sneaking up behind you like that,” he said gently.

Harley sniffed and wiped off her wet cheeks again.

“What are you doing in here?”

“I wanted to ask if I could help you.” His warm hazel eyes calmed Harley even more. She shook herself and stood up.

She took the time to fix her hair and splash some cold water on her face.

“I was just going to make some toast or cereal,” she hiccupped.

“Way cool. I love cereal,” he smiled.

Harley made some toast and bagels, then set them on a large plate along with some cream cheese, butter, and jelly. Tanner poured some cereal into a few bowls then put some milk into a pitcher. They carried everything into the living room, so everyone could sit comfortably and eat.

Lauren came over and sat with Harley. Harley put her head on Lauren’s shoulder and sighed. She suddenly didn’t want to eat anything, but forced herself to finish the cereal.

The clock chimed 4 times.

“Well with all this excitement, I’m sure we’ll all sleep in.” Gaz said.

Slowly everyone made their way back up stairs. Chris, Reece, his band mates, and Harley were left.

“Well that was surely the most unique entrance I’ve ever seen,” Chris laughed.

Harley chuckled then leaned her head back, looking up at the ceiling.

“Seriously, I want to know why Reece never told us how feisty she is. Whoo.” Dalton smiled.

Harley looked at him. She knew now that he was the one that had grabbed her shoulder. She wondered how in the world she was able to throw him over her shoulder. He was at least 6’4, maybe taller. She felt sorry for Jesse who took her knee to his groin but she felt extremely guilty for Tanner’s arm. She was just so thankful that she hadn’t caused any real damage. He needed his arms to play his keyboards. If she had ruined his music career she didn’t know what she would do with herself.

“I never knew!” Reece chuckled.

“I did.” Chris said with a wink to Harley.

Harley smiled in return.

“Well, let me show you three up to your rooms,” Harley said. “I’m sure you’re all tired.”

“No way! This party is just getting started!” Dalton said.

Harley snorted. “Well let me show you to your rooms anyway.”

She led the way upstairs. Chris and Reece silently went to their room at the end of the hall. Harley showed the last three available rooms in the house, which were right across from her room.

“So where is your room?” Dalton asked with a twinkle in his eye.

“In your dreams.” Harley said.

Dalton chuckled and retreated into his room.

Harley rolled her eyes and went into her room, making sure to lock her door behind her. Just as she was settled into her bed, there was a soft knock at the door.

She sighed in frustration and hoped it was one of the girls. She wasn’t really in the mood to deal with any more men that night.

Harley slid out of bed, looking at the dark silky sheets and plush comforter with longing, and thrust her arms back into the sleeves of her black silk robe. Squaring her shoulders, she took a deep breath, wondering who wanted something else from her before retiring to their room. After all the excitement earlier, she really just wanted to hit the pillow and drop into a deep, sound sleep. Maybe this will be simple. I hope.

Grasping the handle, she opened the door to see who it was. Her heart lodged in her throat for a second and she swallowed hard, looking up into Dalton Moore’s dark features. A slow smile crept across his face, revealing white teeth against tanned skin. He had one forearm leaning against the doorframe, appraising her. His liquid brown eyes held an entirely different mood from the charged excitement a short time ago. Something smoky and seductive lurked in the depths of those intense eyes. God, Chris was right, she thought, struggling to regain some mental balance. This guy is impossible to ignore. He’s radiating sex appeal like a wood stove in the summertime! His energy made the very air around her vibrate. She set her jaw. But he’ll soon find out I’m not some star-struck fan he can take to bed anytime he feels like it. “Is there a problem with your room, Mr. Moore?” She asked, keeping her voice calm and dignified.

“No, the room’s perfect, Miss Harley,” he said, his deep voice soft and smooth, like melted chocolate. “I just wanted to give you a private apology for taking you by surprise earlier. We don’t normally make that kind of entrance, you see.”

Her anger boiled up once more at the reminder. Lowering her brows, she said, “Well, if you had properly identified yourselves instead of attacking me in the dark, I think things would’ve gone a lot better.” She crossed her arms across her breasts, giving him a stormy expression.

Without missing a beat, he leaned in slightly, bringing his hand up to her shoulder, his long musician’s fingers making soft circles on her arm. “I do hope I didn’t hurt you when we fell,” he purred, watching her through dark eyelashes.

“Not at all,” she retorted, struggling to keep her face impassive and ignore the sparks from his touch coursing through her system. She fixed him with a steely glare. “I’m a lot tougher than you think.”

His soft chuckle sent a new surge of heat racing through her blood. “So I found out.” His eyes darkened, studying the contours of her face, and then dropping lower to take in her curves under the black robe. “I like strong women who know their own minds and stand up for themselves. You surprised me in the front hall. Where did you learn moves like that?”

“Well,” she said, catching the light smell of his cologne mixed with a musky male scent. God, that smells good. Too good. Looking into his eyes, she frowned, concentrating. “I took some defensive classes for women a while back. Seems like it came in handy tonight.” Thinking of their struggle in the dark, she raised one eyebrow. “Although I’m not sure how I managed to throw you. You’re quite a bit larger than I am, and I wasn’t sure I’d have the leverage needed to pull it off.”

A grin spread across his ruggedly handsome features and he looked at the ceiling for a moment. “Ah, yes. That.” He gave a short laugh, looking back at her, amusement sparkling in the liquid depths of his eyes. “I figured as long as you were going to such effort to throw me, the least I could do was jump over your shoulder and land in a satisfying heap on the floor.” He winked. “I admit it was fun having you straddle me and hold me down at first.”

Outrage boiled up inside Harley. “You jumped over me?” She looked down at the floor, noticing he’d crossed his booted feet while leaning against the doorframe. So cocky! Damn it. Why does he have to turn me on and infuriate me at the same time?

He withdrew his touch from her shoulder and rubbed the back of his head. “Although, I could’ve done without the hit to the back of my head.” He winced. “That sucker still hurts.”

Sympathy and regret crept through her heart. Images of how she’d hurt all of them in some way with her defensive moves flashed through her mind. Not a fit way for a hostess to act, for sure. The nasty cuts on poor Thomas’s arm, oozing blood came back to her, filling her with guilt and sorrow. I’ll have to find a way to make it up to all of them. Looking up at him, she began to reach out a hand toward his arm. “I’m sorry, Dalton,” she said in a soft voice, tears starting to sting the backs of her eyes. “I really didn’t mean to hurt anyone.”

Catching her hand in both of his, he surprised her by leaning down and pressing a light kiss on her palm. His warm breath tickled the sensitive skin there before he straightened again, still clasping her fingers. “No real harm done, my dear,” he said, his soothing voice washing over her like a gentle wave. “We got off to a rocky start, but I’m sure we’ll enjoy getting to know each other tomorrow.”

His seductive gaze mesmerized her for a moment, sending a fresh surge of heat through her body. She blinked, breaking eye contact to regain her wits. Flashing a nervous smile, she nodded at him. “Yes, tomorrow will be a lot better, I’m sure. There are lots of things to do around the mansion that might catch everyone’s interest.” She began to pull her hand back, but he wouldn’t release her at first. “Now, if you’ll please excuse me, I really need to get some sleep or I won’t be worth much in the morning.”

Giving her hand a light squeeze, he smiled, looking at her through long, black lashes. “Until tomorrow, then, Miss Harley,” he said, letting her go. “Sweet dreams.” He turned and strode back down the hallway to his door, his long limbs and muscular frame moving with surprising grace. Glancing back at her with a grin, he disappeared from sight.

She closed her door once more, locking it again. Turning her back to the heavy wood, she leaned against it, trying to catch her breath. What a huge difference between his rough, excitable rocker personality to that sexy powerhouse. Geez! After experiencing the full magnitude of Dalton’s charisma, she felt both deprived and relieved that he’d gone back to his room. That man is truly dangerous to the opposite sex, she mused, her heart starting to slow down to a more reasonable pace.

She stumbled back to her bed, stripping off her robe and sinking into the comfort of the sheets and pillow. The adrenaline rush of her early morning excitement and Dalton’s energy seeped away now, and her eyelids felt incredibly heavy. My God, what a night, she mused. I’m going to need all my strength to handle this tomorrow. A sleepy smile tugged at the corner of her mouth and she giggled. But at least I’m no longer lonely. Pulling the blanket up over her shoulder, she drifted off to sleep.

I laid in the lush bed for about ten minutes before I just had to get up. I snatched my glasses from the bedside table, and tugged on the black cotton robe Harley had given me. I grabbed my iPod out of my backpack, turned it on to Pixie Lott's Mama Do and danced my way down the stairs as quietly as I could. I mouthed the lyrics as I turned a couple corners, bare feet whispering over the floor.

There's something ‘bout the night
And the way it hides all the things I like
Little black butterflies
Deep inside me

I twirled into the living room, smack dab into a hard chest. I stumbled back, one ear-bud falling from my ear. Hands grabbed my arms to keep me from falling on my ass, while I scrambled to regain my balance. I glanced up into warm brown eyes.

"Sorry!" I blushed, and pulled away a little. "I didn't think anyone else would be up." I smiled nervously.

Tanner gave a little smile. "That's alright, no harm done." He gestured at the iPod in my hand. "What are you listening to?"

"Pixie Lott." I shrugged. "She's my newest favorite singer. It changes week to week." I laughed, tugging the remaining ear-bud to tuck the headphones and the iPod into my sweatpants pocket.

That small smile appeared again. It was a quiet smile, the kind that makes a more extrovert person determined to make it bigger. I stifled the urge to act like a total dork just to see how he'd react. No need to scare the poor guy. I was entirely too lucky that the chatties were my kind of insane.

"What are you still doing up, anyway? I thought everyone was already in bed." I frowned a little.

"Couldn't sleep, myself. You?"

"Ditto. Too much excitement in one day. Not used to it." I shrugged, tucking my hair behind my ears. "Believe it or not--" I looked around to make sure no one else was around before leaning in, looking up at him over my glasses frames, "--despite my obvious awesomeness, I am actually a very dull person."

He snorted a bit, and chuckled.

I grinned at him, and straightened up.

"Well, there's no way I'm gonna be able to sleep for now, so I'm going to go sneak into Harley's library and borrow her public computer. I need to check a few things..." I had a thought and perked up. "Might even get some writing done."

He was staring at me as I were some strange creature that had never before walked the earth. Then again, I was kind of bouncing on the balls of my feet, and twisting my necklace around my fingers.

"Ok, so, I'll let you go to bed, as you intended to...I'll see ya later!" I gave him a wide grin, pushed off the wall and jogged out of the room.

On my way to the library, I stuck my headphones back in and continued to lip-sync to the song...

What would my mama do
(oh oh oh oh)
If she knew ‘bout me and you?
(oh oh oh oh)

Mire sat down at the computer in the library and started it up. While she waited she looked around the room, enjoying the smell of the books. She especially loved old books. Distracted by a worn cover she saw on a shelf, she stepped away from the computer, her head bobbing in time with the music in her headphones. She pulled the book from the shelf and held in gently in her hands.

The pages were torn and some were falling half way out of the book. The cover was covered in a thick layer of dust and grime. Mire blew onto the book to clear the dust away. A thick cloud filled the air, making Mire cough then sneeze. The cover was still thickly layered with grime and dust however. She looked around for something to wipe off the book with and found a rag on one of the many tables in the room. She gently set the book down, tucked her hair behind her ears, and then gingerly wiped the cover of the book.

Slowly, symbols began to appear. She knew instantly that the symbols were part of the runic alphabet but she couldn't read them. Curious, she ever so slowly opened the book. Her skin began to tingle and she felt a rush of energy travel through her body. Excited she tried to read the first page but was disappointed when it was also written in runes. She could still feel the energy coming from the book and it scared and excited her at the same time. She wondered why Harley had this book in the library rather than inside her Ritual House in the back yard.

"What are you reading?" a voice said behind her.

Mire slammed the book shut and whirled around, a scream trapped in her throat. Tanner leaned against the frame of the doorway from the library to the parlor.

"A book,” Mire stammered.

"Yes, I can see that." Tanner chuckled.

“It’s just a really old book Harley has, but I can’t read it.”

Tanner nodded in understanding even though Mire was certain he didn’t really know what she was talking about.

“So…” Mire said, rocking on her feet and cracking her knuckles. Well, looking like she was cracking her knuckles - none of them actually popped.

“So, how do you know Harley?”

“Her and I are old friends, from online.”

Tanner nodded again and looked around the room. The moonlight through the window reflected off his blonde hair making Mire think of gold. Goldy Locks she smirked to herself.

“How long have you been making music?” Mire asked nervously, still ‘cracking’ her knuckles.

“Oh, my whole life it seems,” he smiled. “I love music and everything about it.”

“I do too. I never learned how to play anything though. I can sing pretty well but I’d probably never be chosen for American Idol or anything like that. I usually sing best with folky or slow type of songs. I always have to have music playing when I do any work and things,” Mire said in a rush.

Tanner smiled at something Mire didn’t understand but she didn’t ask about it either.

“Well, I’ll let you work. I think I might actually try to sleep now. This library is so calming,” he mused.

“Yes, Harley wouldn’t have it any other way. Her and I share a love of books so it’s no surprise that she has such a huge library with such a large collection of books. I love the smell of books and libraries,” Mire giggled, “especially old books,” she said putting her palm on the book she had been looking at earlier.

Calm down Mire. You’re babbling, she thought.

“Well, goodnight.” Tanner said with a nod. He slowly made his way back to the door, in a soft, fluid motion that Mire envied. She could never move like that being always so hyper and jumpy. Even her “calm” walk had a little bounce to it.

“Goodnight.”

Mire leaned against the table and smacked the palm of her hand against her forehead. Smooth moves, Miss Mire.

She sighed and turned back to the old book. She made a mental note to ask Harley what it was when she woke up. Mire gently put the book back on the shelf and returned to the computer. She hoped that she could get some writing done now.

****************

Lauren lie in bed, trying to sleep. She was too wired up though and she tossed and turned. There was a soft knock on the door. Thinking it was only Harley, she didn't put on a robe over her pajamas.

The person standing on the other side of the door however, made her regret her decision.

"Oh!" Jesse said. "I'm sorry. I thought I was at Tanner's room."

"Right."

"Seriously. You don't believe me?"

"Not really." She looked him up and down as she crossed her arms over her chest. He stood in gray sweat pants and a white A-shirt. Why did he still have the hat on? Was it permanately glued to his head?

"Well, I am sorry." He tipped his hat and turned to leave.

"Actually, I wouldn't mind the company." What did I just say? "I can't sleep. A little wired from the excitement of your grand entrance," she chuckled.

He grimaced, remembering the hit he took from Harley's knee.

"Okay. Well let's go downstairs."

Lauren ran to get her robe then joined Jesse in the hallway. He held his arm out for her. She giggled, took it, and let him lead her down the stairs. They made their way back to the living room. Lauren threw herself onto the couch and lounged back with a contented sigh. Jesse sat at the end of the couch near her feet.

"That was the most action filled entrance I've ever been in," he smiled.

"Yea. Harley is definately a spunky one."

Jesse laughed, "But why does her spunkyness have to hurt?"

"She didn't hurt you that bad did she?"

"No. I was afraid I was going to sing soprano for the rest of my life. La la la. Yea, I'm alright."

Lauren heartily laughed. It felt so good to be in Harley's house again. A part of her wished she could stay there forever. While she was considering this an extended vacation, she knew it eventually would have to end. Perhaps she could get a job in town and Harley would let her stay here.

"What are you thinking about?"

"What?" Lauren was a little embarrassed that she had spaced off for a moment.

"You had a cute little smile on your face, so I wondered what you were thinking about." He took his hat off and set it on his knee. He ran his fingers through his short light brown hair and sighed in contentment. Lauren wished she could make him sigh like that Whoa! Slow down girlie, she thought.

She cleared her throat and mentally shook her self. "I was just thinking about how glad I am to be here again. I love this place."

Jesse nodded. "It does seem like a great place. Perhaps tomorrow you can show me around?"

"Sure," Lauren answered with a smile.

"It's a date," he winked. "When were you here before?"

"A while back. We had a get together of some friends that had met online. It was pretty fun - we had a ball and everything."

"A ball?"

"Yea, we got all dolled up in evening gowns and the guys were in tuxes. We had a full elegant 5 course dinner type of thing," she nodded.

"It surprises me to think that Harley is the type to be elegant."

Lauren laughed, "She can be when the time calls for it but she prefers to be her rough and tumble self. Me on the other hand, I like cute pink things - but I can be tough when I need to be."

"I don't doubt it," he chuckled. Lauren smiled back at him and then silence filled the room. Neither really knew what to say, but the silence was maddening.

Jesse played with the brim of his hat, that still rested on his knee. Lauren liked to see him without it. She could clearly see more of his face since it wasn't hidden by the shadows.

"Don't forget our date tomorrow," he winked. "Now, if you'll excuse me. I really do have to find Tanner."

He strode out of the room with Lauren's eyes watching him the whole way. She threw her head back and looked at the ceiling.

Harley and Chris are trying to torture me with all these hot guys running around.

Lauren yawned. Finally, she was tired enough to catch some rest. She slowly made her way upstairs and crawled into bed.

****************

Harley woke up with a knock on the door. Opening one eye, she wondered what time it was. Fearing what she might find, she refused to look at her watch or the clock. She sluggishly rolled out of bed and shuffled to the door. Not worrying about her robe or glasses, she opened the door.

“What?” she grumbled before she even knew who was standing at the door.

“Miss Harley, Mister Gaz received a phone call early this morning and he said that he must leave.”

That woke Harley up in an instant. “Has he left already?”

“Yes Miss. He wanted me to tell you and Miss Lauren that he was very sorry, but it was very important that he leave. He also said that he will call you as soon as he can.”

Harley nodded, “Thank you George.”

George turned away and Harley quietly shut the door. It saddened her that Gaz didn’t even say good-bye before he left. She hoped that everything was alright.

She finally glanced at the clock - 10 am. She rubbed the bridge of her nose as she shuffled to the bathroom.

After a hot shower, she sat on the edge of her bed, wrapped in a large black, terry cloth towel and lit a cigarette. The shower did help to make her feel better and loosen the stiff muscles.

A rap at the door, made her cringe. She just knew it was going to be Dalton, since she just so happened to be in nothing but a towel.

“Who is it?” Harley held her breath.

“It’s the pink gummy bear!” a giggly voice said through the door.

Harley breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. “Come in babe.”

Lauren came in, still in her pajamas but her hair was wet, hanging down around her face. She flopped onto the bed next to Harley, who instinctively moved her cigarette to the other hand.

“I’m surprised you’re awake,” Harley laughed. “I figured you’d sleep well into the afternoon.”

“Normally I would but I’m so excited to be here I didn’t want to miss anything,” she smiled.

“Did George tell you about Gaz?”

“Yea, it’s sad that he had to go. I hope everything is okay.”

Harley nodded and took a puff from her cigarette. “So, do you want to pick out my clothes for the day?” Harley asked Lauren with a smile.

Lauren laughed with delight before running over to the closet. She swung open the doors and laughed even harder.

“You thought you could trick me into something pink didn’t ya? Sorry my friend.” Harley laughed so hard she snorted.

Lauren raised her hands in the air, “Yes!! A snort!”

Harley laughed harder which only caused her to snort again, which in turn made her laugh even harder. It was a vicious cycle that Lauren loved to trap Harley in.

Lauren was doing a happy dance - or a victory dance perhaps - and Harley was laughing so hard no one saw Chris come into the room until she spoke.

“This is interesting.” Chris said.

Harley choked and coughed and Lauren almost fell into the closet.

“What the fuck!!??” Lauren exclaimed.

“Sorry!!” Chris laughed.

“Yea right. Come in, shut the door, have a seat. Lauren is picking out my clothes for the day.”

“Yes,” Lauren imitated Vana White from Wheel of Fortune, “We have black, black or black, today ladies. What should it be?”

“They aren’t ALL black Lauren - there is some blue and purple stuff in there ya know.” Harley rolled her eyes.

Lauren began to peruse through the huge closet while Harley and Chris chatted on the bed.

Once Harley was dressed - in a black t-shirt with a skull on the front with black jean shorts (yes, with skulls on the pockets) - the three made their way downstairs.

They seemed to be the only ones awake as they made their way into the dining room. Ms. Rachel hadn’t made an official breakfast since Harley usually didn’t eat that early in the morning anyway. The three girls went into the kitchen to make brunch. Theresa and Mire were already sitting in the breakfast nook eating cinnamon rolls.

“So, you guys convinced Ms. Rachel to cook?” Harley smiled.

“No, she was already cooking when we got up.” Theresa smiled back.

“Ahh yes. We have guests so she loves the chance to cook breakfast. Where are the guys?”

“Don’t know. Haven’t seen them all morning.” Theresa said.

“Well after the beating that Harley gave them, it’s no surprise that they are sleeping in.” Mire laughed.

“I’m surprised they stayed at all,” Harley sighed. She turned the fan on over the stove and lit a cigarette. She knew that Theresa hated the smell of smoke, so she tired her best to keep the smoke from reaching her.

“So, any plans for the day?” Chris asked.

“Nothing actually planned, unless you had an idea for something to do.”

“Are there any clubs around here?” Dalton spoke up from the doorway.

Harley laughed so hard she choked on her cigarette. “Just where do you think you are dude?”

“It was just a question, little missy.”

Harley rolled her eyes, “The town down the mountain has a little place. They play a bit of everything though - hip hop, rap, and country - and I do mean country, like line dancing country.”

“Dancing? Where?” Jesse from behind Dalton.

“No where dude. This place is dead apparently.”

Harley opened and closed her fist a few times. “It’s not dead. Dalton here was asking about clubs in the area, Jesse and I was just explaining to his simple little head that it’s a small town so the pickins are slim.”

“We should go check it out.” Dalton said to Jesse. “Pick up some chicks.”

“I do not allow hookers or prostitutes in my house.” Harley stood up straight in an attempt to keep her cool and to tell Dalton that she was in charge here, not him. She hated the fact that in actuality the sight of him made her weak in the knees, but at least she could control what everyone else saw on the outside. And she definitely would not put up with any shenanigans in her house. “In fact any girl that would be easy enough to come home with you is not allowed in this house.”

Dalton looked offended and hurt. The girls at the table giggled to themselves. Harley rolled her eyes at all of them. “Don’t look so offended, Dalton. I just wanted to make the rules clear to you,” she said with an innocent smile.

Harley put out her cigarette and walked toward the door - that Dalton and Jesse were conveniently blocking.

“Girls, would you like to take a drive with me? I need to take the Mustang out for a spin.”

“You have a Mustang?” Dalton and Jesse said in unison.

“Yes, a Shelby Mustang to be exact. Oh, I also have an old ’53 Corvette.” Harley smiled.

Dalton and Jesse stood frozen in place with their jaws hanging open.

“Aww boys,” Harley reached up and pushed their chins up, “If you’re nice I might take you for a ride,” she said sweetly.

“You’d let us drive?” Jesse asked.

Harley snorted, “Hell no! I’ll let you sit in the passenger seat and watch ME drive,” she laughed maniacally, then shoved her way between the two men and out into the dining hall. Lauren and Mire were close on her heels, eager to get a ride in the Mustang. Chris and Theresa didn’t seem as interested so they stayed behind instead.

“We'll be back in just a little while guys!” Harley called back to Chris and Theresa.

Harley was filled with frustration. Driving was the only thing she could think of to get away from The Dalton - yes The Dalton - he was an irritating enigma, a thing, an itch inside her brain. The Dalton.

The three bouncing girls made their way into the garage.

"Wow Harley!" Lauren gasped at all the cars. There was a silver Shelby Mustang, a baby blue '53 Corvette, a fire engine red miata, and a black Dogde Ram pick up truck.

They piled into the car and quickly buckled their seat belts.

“You girls ready?”

“Hell yes!”

Harley started the engine, turned up the music, and roared out of the garage - with shouts of glee from all three girls.

Back inside the mansion, Jesse grew uneasy watching Dalton. The man leaned against the kitchen door frame, arms crossed over his black T-shirt, eyes focused hard on the doorway Miss Harley and the other two women had exited through. He knew that look in his band mate’s eyes. A mischievous gleam reflected in Dalton’s chocolate brown eyes, and Jesse could almost see the wheels turning in his head. Jesse took in a deep breath. Man. Miss Harley is a challenge to him. That means trouble. He put a hand on his friend’s shoulder, attempting a nervous smile. “Hey, man, just forget about it. You and me can dig up some fun in a place like this without the women hassling us, right?”

Chris and Theresa looked up from the table where they sat finishing off their cinnamon rolls. Chris’s eyebrows lowered and she glared at Jesse. “Hassling you?” She said, her tone bordering on angry. Theresa’s eyes flashed as well, taking in the two men.

Jesse remembered how offended Chris got at anything near a chauvinistic comment, and did a mental backpedal. He held up his hands, loading his smile with charm. “Sorry, ladies, I didn’t mean anything by that. Since Miss Harley left us cold after mentioning those cars, I just thought we could find our own kind of fun.”

Chris nodded, taking a sip of coffee. Reece walked in and kissed the top of her head, brightening her mood considerably. “Hey, sweetie, what’s happening?” He looked at his band mates with a smile. “These guys giving you any trouble?”

She shook her head, looking up at him. “No, nothing important. Harley, Lauren, and Mire went for a car ride, and I was thinking of doing some writing with Theresa’s help.”

Reece poured himself a cup of brew, adding vanilla coffee creamer and sugar. “Sounds good. I was thinking of borrowing that guitar again and working on a new song in the living room.” He paused, looking at Dalton and Jesse. “What are you two doing, today?”

Dalton’s dark eyes shifted toward him, a slow smile creeping across his face. “Well, even though our hostess left, I’m sure we can find something interesting to do, right buddy?”

Jesse shifted his feet, jamming his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, there has to be lots of things to do in a place this well stocked.”

Reece sipped his coffee, his eyes watching Dalton over the rim. He swallowed and gave him a measured look. “Just stay out of trouble, all right? We’re supposed to practice for that private show later this afternoon.”

“No problem, dude,” Dalton said, grabbing Jesse by the sleeve of his Hawaiian shirt and pulling him sideways. “We’ll see you later. Come on, man.”

They left the others in the kitchen and Dalton didn’t let go of his shirt until they crossed the dining hall and entered the den. Jesse rolled his shoulder to loosen it up and gave his friend a hard look. “Okay, what’s up? I know that look, dude.”

Dalton’s grin turned wicked. “Are you up for a little friendly game of chase, man?”

His mouth dropped open at first, and then his brows lowered in suspicion. “What did you have in mind?”

Dalton chuckled, low and deep, his eyes shifting toward the doorway to the front hall. He gave him a pat on the chest and strode toward the door. “Follow me.”

Anxiety twisted in Jesse’s gut. He loved the wild adventures his friend took him on, but this might be pushing it. Walking fast to catch up, he joined Dalton in the main hall and followed him toward the garage entrance.

******

Harley gave a loud whoop of joy, feeling the wind from the open window whip through the car. Something about cruising down the mountain road in a classic car with good friends surrounding her felt so right. Her heart expanded with happiness, all traces of irritation and loneliness gone. She laughed out loud, thinking of the look on The Dalton’s face when she left him behind. So cocky, thinking he would show off his driving skills to me and the girls. Well, I’m an excellent driver myself, and don’t need a man to take over the wheel. No sir!

“Faster, girl!” Mire shouted from the back seat. She bounced on the seat from one window to the next, grinning from ear to ear, her eyes filled with excitement.

Lauren gave a whoop in the passenger’s seat next to Harley, gesturing ahead with her forefinger. “Step on it, woman!”

Harley grinned and stomped harder on the accelerator, making the Mustang jump forward with a roar of its powerful engine. They sped over the mountain highway, the forest to either side whipping past at a frightening pace. The smell of greenery and cool mountain air exhilarated her, blowing away any last traces of stress. Now, this is really living!

She glanced in her rear-view mirror and froze. A red Miata was coming up fast behind them. A cold feeling of dread made her stomach feel heavy. “No, it can’t be,” she mumbled, staring in the mirror.

Lauren noticed her change of mood and frowned. “What’s the matter?” She shouted over the wind and growl of the motor.

Harley pointed over her shoulder, her brows lowering. “Look!” She said, raising her voice. Both Lauren and Mire peered back through the rear window. The Miata drew close, and Harley saw two familiar faces grinning at them.

“Dude!” Shouted Mire. “No way! They took one of your cars, Harley!”

“Damn male pride,” Harley said. Anger expanded through her, heating her face as well. “Stupid men! Can’t let the girls have fun by ourselves, can they?”

They had the top down on the Miata and the wind ruffled Dalton’s black, spiky hair. She couldn’t see the dark red tips from this distance. Her fingers pulsed with the idea of running her fingers through his dark locks. She frowned. Now where did that thought come from? She remembered his sultry deep voice from last night in her doorway and shifted on her seat. Firming her mouth into a thin line, she concentrated on the road ahead. Damn it.

Movement caught her eye and the other girls yelled out the windows in excitement. Dalton had pulled the Miata along side her Mustang, his white teeth flashing a grin at her in the morning sunlight. He wore dark sunglasses over his eyes, so she couldn’t see his full expression. She waved him off, showing him her best scowl. He laughed, giving Jesse a pat on the shoulder and pointed at her. Jesse laughed.

Harley’s stomach jumped with nerves, having another car so close on the wrong side of the road. True, hardly anyone comes up this way, but why is he taking such a chance in the first place? She fumed, glancing between the speeding cars and the road.

Her heart lodged in her throat when the Miata made a faint swerve toward the Mustang. “Jeezus!” She swore, holding the wheel steady with a white-knuckle grip. The other girls gave a short scream, whether in delight or fear, she didn’t know. Glaring out the window, she yelled at Dalton. “Are you crazy? Knock that shit off!” His answer was another swing toward the Mustang’s door, coming way too close for comfort this time. Harley gave an angry growl of outrage, stomping once on her brakes to slow her car. I’m not putting up with this crap. Jesse wore an expression of concern as they slowed with her. He shouted something at Dalton. The rocker didn’t seem fazed in the least, much to Harley’s frustration, and laughed, throwing his head back with glee. He retaliated by moving closer to the speeding Mustang, staying parallel through a sweeping curve in the road. The danger of the situation fueled her anger. Damn it, he’s not going to stop, is he? Shit! She forced out a sigh, getting ready to end this by stomping on the brakes and coming to a complete stop this time. I’m going to rip him a new one, audience or not! That man’s crazy.

Coming out of the curve, she started to take her foot off the gas to go for the brake. A large white delivery truck came into view, right in Dalton’s lane. Harley’s heart clenched in terror and she heard the other girls scream, pointing wildly toward the truck. The Miata disappeared from her view and she slammed on the Mustang’s breaks. The seatbelt cut into her lap, but she braced herself against the steering wheel. Breathing hard, she turned in her seat to look back out the rear window. The delivery truck had ground to a halt, but she didn’t see the Miata. She unclipped her seat belt and jumped out with Lauren and Mire.

“Oh, my God!” shouted Mire, her entire body trembling. “I saw them go off the road over there!” She pointed a shaking hand toward the side with a slight down-slope, edged with a few sparse trees. A roiling cloud of dust confirmed her statement, making Harley’s stomach churn.

Harley sprang forward, running for all she was worth. Adrenaline dumped into her system, along with a hefty dose of horror. My God! I shouldn’t have allowed his stupid game to go on that long! I should’ve stopped sooner. What if he’s dead? Jeez!

She made it to the slope before the stunned delivery men, sliding down the embankment through the swirling haze to reach the car. It lay on the driver’s side, one wheel spinning, facing away from her. By the looks of how the vehicle sat, it ran off the road and rolled, striking a tree on the way down. Thank God that car has a roll bar. Terror squeezed her chest and throat as she raced around the edge, dreading what she might find on the other side.

Her feet slid in the dirt when she came to a sudden stop, taking in the scene. Jesse began to stir, still securely buckled into his seat. He blinked his eyes hard and gave his head a slight shake, grimacing. Several gashes leaked blood on his arms and one on the side of his face. When he tried to move the arm hanging down toward the driver’s side, he grunted in pain. From the angle of the arm, Harley guessed it was broken.

Steeling her nerve, she dropped her gaze to the driver’s seat. Dalton lay on his side, one arm stretching out on the ground, his head resting sideways on his shoulder. A nasty cut on his forehead dripped bright red blood down the side of his temple. His sunglasses were nowhere in sight, flung off in the crash. He wasn’t moving. Tears stung Harley’s eyes and she hastened forward, crouching down beside him. She checked his pulse and blew out a breath in relief. He’s alive! Unconscious, but alive. Drawing a shaking hand across her wet face, she fought to stop trembling.

Approaching feet crunched in the dirt and she looked up to see Lauren and the delivery men rounding the damaged car. Lauren’s hand flew to her mouth in horror when she saw the band mates lying injured inside the vehicle. “Oh my God, Harley! How bad is it?”

She inhaled a deep breath, trying to gather her scrambled nerves. “Not good, I’m afraid. We’ve got to get them some help right away.”

One of the men from the truck, a young blond man wearing blue service coveralls, rubbed the back of his neck, looking stricken. “He was right in our lane, lady,” he moaned. “We had no idea he’d be there around that corner, and then bam! Right in front of us! Damn it. We were just on our way to deliver supplies to the mansion.” The other man, older with a little gray streaking his brown hair nodded in agreement, his dark eyes flicking around the scene with apprehension.

She nodded, trying to think. Her home was out in the middle of the mountains, pretty isolated from even the nearest town. No hospitals close by. In case of emergency, she had one of the upstairs bedrooms outfitted so it could transform into a makeshift ER. She had a medical doctor on staff, but he would have to fly in from the nearest suburb about fifteen minutes away by helicopter.

Jesse yelped in pain when he tried to move again. She reached a hand up to him, keeping her voice calm. “Don’t try to move. Just stay put until I can get some help, okay?” He nodded, taking shallow breaths.

Getting out her cell phone, she speed-dialed George at the mansion and gave rapid-fire directions, telling him what happened and what they needed. Hitting the end button, she saw Mire peek around the fender at them. Her face white, she took in the scene, still shaking. “Are they going to be okay, Harley?”

Lauren moved to her, drawing her into a protective hug. “We hope so, sweetie. Harley just called for help.”

Dalton stirred, snapping Harley’s attention back to him. Her stomach jumped with anxiety. He’s waking up. She knelt beside him, stroking the side of his face with her fingertips. “Dalton,” she said softly. “Don’t move. You’ve been in an accident. I’m right here with you.” He cracked open his eyes and tried to shift his position. Her blood ran cold when he cried out, making a fist and tucking his arm against his side. “Please, lay still,” she pleaded with him, putting a hand on his shoulder to hold him in place.

He sucked in a breath through his teeth. “I think I broke some ribs. Hurts like hell!”

A tight band squeezed her heart, watching him suffer. She wanted to make his pain vanish more than anything, but felt incredibly helpless. A light went off in the back of her mind. The Book of Runes. The spells within won’t heal broken bones, but they can help relieve the trauma of the accident from his mind and spirit. I can also use its energy to speed the healing process. A surge of hope filled her. She stoked his head, trying to comfort him. “Don’t worry. Help will arrive soon. Just hold on.”

I didn't think it was possible for a heart to beat hard enough to actually hurt my ribs, but damned if mine wasn't doing that very thing. I stood on the side of the ride, watching for the helicopter carrying the doctor for the guys. Lauren stayed with Jesse, holding his head in her lap and whispering to him while Harley sat with Dalton, trying to keep him from talking too much or going to sleep. He probably had a concussion, by the looks of him. Blood dripped down the side of his face, a dark tear standing out entirely too much against the unhealthy paleness of his skin. He kept trying to talk to Harley, but I couldn't make out what it was and I was too busy cussing in my head to worry about it too much.

Stupid....goddamn....f*ckwit....playing with that shit....morons!

I tapped my fingers against my thigh, rubbing my palm on the denim. Gods, I'd never been so scared before in my life, but damned if I'd break down and cry about it. It wasn't like I'd never been close to death before...but, then again, I'd never seen someone else almost get crushed under ten thousand pounds of steel before.

The sound of a well-tuned engine rumbled through the ground coming from the direction of the mansion. I turned back toward the vibration, shifting my glasses to see better---

"Harley!"

She looked up from Dalton to me, her eyes wide and face pale but stony. I pointed to the black truck that made its way down the road, and watched a glimmer of determination flicker over Harley's face.

George stopped the Dodge Ram right beside the guys, and unfolded himself out of the vehicle. He helped us carefully load the guys into the bed of the truck, trying very hard not to jar them too much. Dalton moaned, clutching at his ribs, Jesse gritted his teeth and gripped Lauren's hand. She watched his face with dark eyes, saying nothing.

My inner sailer continued to cuss a blue streak and more as we drove back up to the mansion, George and I in the cab, Harley and Lauren in the bed with the boys.

Chris and Reece and Theresa were at the door when we pulled up, the doctor taking immediate charge of the situation. I waited in the parlor while they took the guys upstairs to the medical area.

Reece wrapped his arms around Chris, and followed Harley and Theresa up with the rest.

I took a deep breath and tried to center myself, calm my still-racing heart. The guys are in good hands...I'm not needed... I decided to go find a quiet place to get myself under control. I walked out of the parlor and made my way back to the library, figuring that the silent voices of the books would settle me down.

Once there, I glanced around the circle of chairs, avoiding the lush, crimson red chair for the forest green one. I settled in, curling my legs under me, wrapping my arms around my waist.

Deep breaths, Mires, I chanted to myself. I closed my eyes and hummed a little to myself.

My arms trembled as I saw the car flipping again in my head, like a scene from a movie, skipping over and over again....

I folded in on myself and let the frightened tears slip from my eyes.

***One Hour Earlier***

“I hope those two don’t get into any trouble,” Reece said, eyeing the doorway that Jesse and Dalton just left. He knew those two could get into trouble easily. He had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach about their new adventure.

“I’m sure they will be fine,” Chris said soothingly. “Theresa, let’s go to the library. I was serious about getting some writing done.”

The two girls made their way to the library. Reece made his way to the ballroom, where the band’s equipment was going to be set up. He ran through the checklist in his head to make sure that everything was there then began to inspect each piece to make sure nothing had been damaged on the trip up the mountain.

He heard a phone ring in the distance, but ignored it. He began to rearrange some of the equipment in order to make for easier set up later. Tanner came into the room and without being asked, helped Reece move the equipment around the room.

"Where's everyone else?"

Reece knew he was referring to Dalton and Jesse. "They went to find adventure," Reece sighed. "I hope they aren't getting into trouble."

"Well if they do, Dalton will surely bail them out again."

Chris burst into the room, out of breath, a look of panic on her face. “Reece!”

“Chris. What is it? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“There has been an accident.”

"An accident?" Tanner froze in the middle of moving two microphone stands

“What?” Reece’s face paled. He didn’t know who, but either way he knew it was really bad for Chris to be in a panic.

“All I know is that Dalton and Jesse followed the girls in one of Harley’s cars. There was an accident with a supply truck that was delivering things up here.”

Reece took a deep breath in an attempt to keep his nerves calm. “What do we need to do?”

“George gave us instructions. We need to set up the medical room that Harley has upstairs.” They made their way upstairs with Theresa and Tanner right on their heels. “A doctor is coming in by helicopter and George is making ready to go pick everyone up.”

Upstairs, Chris led the way into the second story of the library.

“How can they set up any medical equipment in here?” Reece asked.

“Watch. Harley is a genius.” Chris scanned the books on the shelf for a moment. “Fourth shelf from the door, third shelf up, second book in…” she mumbled to herself.

She pulled the book then turned around when she heard a click and a hissing sound. From the walkway of the library, a polished, white tiled floor came together like a sliding door to fill the hole that was in the middle of the room. Out of the railings appeared plastic ‘walls’ to protect the books and keep the medical area as clean as possible. There was a small opening in the plastic, making the area look like a square tent inside the library.

“She is a genius,” Reece breathed.

“We need to get the medical equipment into there,” Theresa said.

She led the way to Harley’s room. Reece and Tanner hesitated as they didn’t feel comfortable going into Harley’s bedroom, but Chris and Theresa shoved them inside.

Theresa made her way to the closet. She took all the clothes out of the space and threw them onto the bed. She felt around the back wall of the closet.

“A-ha!” she exclaimed then pushed a flat panel in the wall. A door silently slid open. Inside the hidden closet were all the medical supplies they could ever need!

“I’m not sure what equipment we’ll need but I know we need the beds, IV stands, lots of gauze, and the supplies for stitches I’m sure,” Chris said.

The four were able to have the medical area set up by the time the doctor landed in the helicopter. The Doctor was a middle aged man with kind green eyes. He didn’t have the look of a real doctor, dressed in jeans, t-shirt, and a baseball cap, but he seemed to know what he was doing as he began to inspect the medical area.

“I’m Doctor Robert Calloway. I have sent George to pick up everyone and bring them back here.”

“Do you know what exactly is going on doctor?” Chris asked nervously. “How is George going to pick them up?”

“No. I won’t know anything until they get here. I’m sure they are in capable hands. Miss Harley wanted to know basic first aid, so I taught her a few things. She’ll keep everyone going until I can take over. I don’t have any medical transport so, George has stretchers and will get them in Miss Harley’s pick up truck.”

Reece put his arms around Chris and Theresa paced around the walkway of the library. Tanner leaned against one of the book shelves, his arms crossed over his chest. All they had to do was wait to hear any news about what was going on. They didn’t even know who was hurt. The clock on the wall chimed noon. Ms. Rachel told them that she had made lunch, but no one was hungry - at least no one could eat. Ms. Rachel looked just as worried as everyone else. She returned to the kitchen and began cooking again - just to keep her hands busy, while Chris, Reece, Tanner and Theresa paced upstairs.

**********

“Don’t worry. Help will arrive soon. Just hold on.”

“I’m holding on.” Dalton groaned.

Lauren came around the car with two long sticks in her hand.

“These are the straightest that I could find,” she squeeked.

“Lauren, these are perfect. Can you help me?” Harley asked gently.

Lauren’s face was pale but she nodded. “Okay, we need to use these to put a splint on Jesse’s arm, okay?” Harley knew she was sounding as if she was speaking to a child, but Lauren was in such a state of shock. Harley knew that a soothing voice and small words was the best way to get things done.

“Now, I’ll do the hard part. I just need you to hold the sticks in place to keep Jesse’s arm straight.”

Lauren nodded again. Harley took off her belt and both delivery men handed her theirs. While Lauren held the sticks along Jesse’s arm, Harley used the belts to secure the sticks.

Jesse yelled out in pain and Lauren whimpered. “I’m sorry,” Harley choked out. “This is the only way Jesse.”

Once Jesse was relaxed again, the splint securely on his arm, Harley turned her attention back to Dalton. He was wheezing and had fallen asleep.

“Dalton? Dalton?” Harley knelt down, “Dalton! Wake up this instant!” she yelled.

Dalton took a sharp breath through his teeth and his eyes shot open. “Why…do…you have…to yell?” he wheezed.

“You have to stay awake.”

“Harley!”

Harley looked up from Dalton to Mire. She pointed to the black truck that made its way down the road. Harley felt determination well up inside of her. They’re going to be okay.

George stopped the Dodge Ram as close as he could and unfolded himself from the vehicle. George appeared to be feeble but he ran around the truck, and got the stretchers from the back of the truck.

“Doctor Calloway told me that we need to be very careful in removing them from the car,” George told Harley.

They loaded Dalton onto the stretcher first. He moaned, clutching his ribs. They strapped him onto the stretcher and placed a neck brace on his neck just to be safe. The two delivery men gently carried Dalton to the truck while Harley and Lauren concentrated on getting Jesse out of the car. Jesse gritted his teeth and gripped Lauren’s hand as they tried the best they could to remove him. He was hanging sideways from the car so it took some maneuvering to get him out and onto the stretcher. Luckily, neither Dalton nor Jesse appeared to have broken legs or have any spine problems. Harley and Lauren hopped into the back of the truck with Dalton and Jesse. The two delivery men said they would take care of the cars.

Harley didn’t care about the cars. She focused on Dalton, trying to keep him awake as Mire stoically climbed into the cab of the truck with George. The twenty minute trip back to the house seemed to take forever. Harley felt that every minute it took to get them to the doctor, meant more damage to Dalton’s head. No one knew how hard he may have hit it.

Harley glanced at Lauren, pale faced and wide eyed. Harley reached over and grabbed Lauren’s hand and gave it a squeeze. The two girls looked at each other as if their locked gazes were the only thing that was keeping them on the earth.

The Dodge finally pulled up to the front of the mansion. The double front doors burst open, as everyone flowed out of the house, the doctor in the front.

Reece and Doctor Robert took Dalton’s stretcher and took him inside the house. George and Tanner took Jesse’s stretcher and followed. Harley was amazed at George's strength. He was an old man but he still had some life left in him. However, just in case, Harley walked behind George up the stairs incase his hands couldn't hold Jesse's weight any longer.

“Doctor, Dalton has a possible concussion, broken or bruised ribs. I think perhaps a broken or sprained wrist as well. He has a large laceration on his right temple. Smaller lacerations on neck and torso.” Harley rattled off. “Jesse has a broken left arm, many lacerations on both arms, face, neck, and torso. Possibly a broken or sprained right ankle.”

Dalton and Jesse were carried into the medical area and placed on the two beds that had been set up.

“How can we help?” Reece asked.

Doctor Calloway told Reece the supplies he would need. Reece and Chris ran to do his bidding. Theresa and Lauren waited for orders. Mire was not where to be found. Behind them, Harley ripped open Jesse’s and Dalton’s shirts so that the doctor could attend to all their cuts. Then she cut slits up Jesse’s right pant leg to get a better view of his ankle. It was badly swollen and purple.

The room seemed to be full of chaos so Tanner & Theresa left the room so as to not be in the way. Reece and Chris returned with hot water and a few more supplies from the hidden closet in Harley’s room.

They left the room also, leaving only Harley, Lauren and the doctor in the room with the two injured ones.

“What is first?” Harley asked.

"Dalton. His head needs attention." Looking over at Lauren, he gestured toward Jesse. "Miss, could you go ahead and start cleaning his cuts over there, please?" Lauren nodded, moving like a robot due to the shock, and grabbed a clean towel and the hot water. Walking over to Jesse, she began to clean his cuts, trying to reassure him in a nervous voice.

The doctor flashed a light in Dalton’s eyes, asked him a few questions, and then moved on to check the rest of him. Robert pressed gently on Dalton’s ribs. Dalton cried out in agony.

“Broken ribs,” Robert stated. “Harley, we need the ace bandage please.”

Harley handed him a roll of the tan bandage.

“Dalton, we need you to sit up.” Robert and Harley helped Dalton to sit up. Dalton winced in pain but didn’t yell.

“This is going to hurt,” Harley told Dalton looking into his eyes. “You need to raise your arms up a little so we can wrap the bandage around your chest.”

Dalton nodded in understanding and slowly raised his arms just a few inches. Robert and Harley tightly wrapped Dalton’s chest. Dalton grunted and groaned through the ordeal but he bit his lip to keep from crying out.

“Dalton do you have any allergies to any medications?” Robert asked while they wrapped him up.

Dalton shook his head. Robert continued to talk seemingly to calm Harley's nerves and keep Dalton awake. "Now, we could let you heal up without the bandage here, but I'm the type of doctor that likes to wrap you up - just in case. Plus, I have found that it helps the patient to remember not to over do it with the constant reminder of a bandage." Robert secured the bandage, then he and Harley helped Dalton to slowly lay back down.

“Doctor, is it normal for him to wheeze like that?”

“Some people do. He has a lot of pressure in his chest right now. He’s not bleeding internally so the ribs didn’t pierce his lungs. You’d hear him gurgling or a wet sound when he breathes if he did.”

Robert checked the rest of Dalton. He had a sprained wrist and a few cuts. He did have a concussion and Robert instructed Harley that he had to be woken up every hour to keep him from slipping into a coma.

Harley began to clean up Dalton’s cuts as Robert turned his attention to Jesse.

“I’m fine. Really.” Jesse said.

“That’s what they all say,” Robert replied with a smile. “Now, I’m going to use this small machine here to take an x-ray of your arm to make sure that your bone is lined up the way it should be. "If it's not, I'm going to have to set it for you," Robert explained.

Jesse nodded. Robert rolled a small panel over sliding it between the two beds, cutting off Dalton and Harley. He put on a lead apron and handed one to Lauren as well. A lead apron was place over Jesse, and then Robert rolled the small x-ray machine over. He quickly took the picture, put everything back, and then readied the film.

Harley was finished cleaning up Dalton by the time Robert was looking at the x-ray.

“Well, good news, I don’t have to realign your arm. It’s perfectly straight. Miss Harley did well with the splint.”

“Lauren helped,” Harley smiled weakly. Lauren smiled back then turned her attention back to Jesse.

Time ticked on in the small room as Robert worked to piece the boys back together. When the two were both resting, they left the room.

“Remember what I said Harley. Wake him up every hour. Jesse is in much better shape. His ankle is only sprained, so he can walk around with crutches if he wants. He can put weight on his foot again in a few days, but he needs to take it easy. No climbing, no running, etcetera. Dalton needs to stay in bed for at least two days - no excuses. Dalton can move to his own bed, so he’s more comfortable but after that he needs to stay there. Then he needs to really take it easy for his ribs to heal. Plenty of water for them both.” He handed Harley two bottles of large white pills. “Pain pills for Jesse. He gets one pill every six hours. Dalton only gets Tylenol and Ibubrophen for the next three days - no matter how much pain he says he is in. He can have two of each every six hours.”

“Understood, Doc. There is a free room in the staff quarters. Please stay,” Harley pleaded.

“Of course.”

Harley went back into medical area and surveyed the mess. Everyone followed in behind her to check on Dalton and Jesse.

“What were you thinking?” Reece demanded.

"Hey, man, my head's splitting right now. Can't we get into this later?" Dalton whined. Doctor Calloway explained to Reece, and the others, that Dalton really needed to rest and having a fight would only serve to aggravate Dalton and possibly make things worse for his head.

Reece crossed his arms over his chest. The look on his face said that he wasn’t going to let it go but at least he didn’t press the matter at that moment.

“Where’s Tanner?”

“I think he found wherever Mire went off to,” Chris said. “She looked pretty shaken up so I’m sure she needed to get some air and calm down.”

“What’s the verdict?”

“Dalton has to stay in bed for the next few days. Wake him up every hour since he has a concussion. Jesse can get up and walk around if he likes, as long as he has crutches for a few days,” Harley explained.

“I think I’m going to make some tea,” Chris said suddenly. “Any one want some?”

“I would love a cup,” Harley sighed. Chris and Theresa went downstairs to make tea for everyone.

“Dalton, let’s move you to your bed. You’ll be more comfortable there,” Harley said. “Reece will you help me move him?”

Reece nodded. They helped Dalton sit, then stand up. Reece took Dalton's right arm and drew it across his shoulder.

Dalton leaned his weight onto him sighing in relief. They slowly made their way across the hall to his room. Harley ran ahead to open the doors and pull the covers back on the bed.

"Where are we going?"

"Taking you to bed man. You need lots of rest."

"My bed?"

"Yes. The one in Harley's house."

"Harley's house?...Oh, right."

Once Dalton was comfortably in bed, Reece went downstairs to help Chris with the tea. Harley went across the hall, back to the medical room. Lauren was helping Jesse with the crutches. The two slowly made their way out of the room.

Harley surveyed the scene. Bloody gauze, red water, and stained towels littered the floor around the two beds. She looked down at herself. Her clothes were spotted with blood and she knew she looked pale. She took a shaking breath and closed her eyes, trying to make the image of the car going off the road leave her mind.

Harley squatted down and began to clean up the room when a hand stopped her.

Theresa stood over her, concern etched on her face. “Harley, just leave that. You’ve done enough sweetie,” she said sweetly.

“No, I have to…I have to do something.”

“Harley.” Theresa tugged Harley’s arm again.

Harley fell backwards onto her butt and started shaking. Tears streamed down her face. Theresa held her close as Harley cried into her shoulder.

"I'm so unlucky!" Harley sobbed.

"You are not! What are you talking about?"

"First it was Tanner's arm, then Gaz left. Mark hides all the time. Now Dalton and Jesse are badly hurt. They can't even make their music! I'm bad luck! Reece should steer clear of me or he'll get hurt too!"

"Harley, you're talking nonsense," Theresa said soothingly. "You are not bad luck."

Theresa tried her best to calm Harley down. Chris came into the room with a tray of tea cups. She set them down and joined the hug on the floor.

After a few moments, Theresa and Chris released their hold of Harley. She still had tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Why don't you go take a shower? A nice hot one. Clean yourself up. You'll feel better," Chris suggested.

"I have to keep Dalton awake," Harley shook her head.

"Reece is with Dalton right now. He'll be perfectly fine, dear."

"I have to clean this place up," Harley shook her head again as if that would convince them to let her do something.

"Harley. Look at me," Chris demanded gently. "Go take a hot shower. Theresa and I can handle this. Go."

Harley continued to shake her head but she did what Chris told her to. She turned the shower on as hot as she could then sat under the spray - still with her clothes on. She curled up in a ball, rested her head on her knees, and cried.

In the Library, Mire wiped her eyes and gave a sniffle. Letting out some of her tears definitely helped relieve a little of her stress over the situation. She could hear faint sounds overhead in the makeshift ER, and knew the doc would take good care of the guys. It’s a good thing Harley has that room for emergencies. Taking a deep breath, she forced out a sigh. Damn, what a hell of a way to start out the day! Geez!

She started when a hand touched her shoulder. Looking up, she stared into Tanner’s concerned eyes. “Man, you scared me,” she said, frowning.

He gave a sheepish smile. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” he said, his voice soft. “They’re pretty busy up there, so I came down here to check on you. How are you holding up?”

She shrugged, trying to maintain some semblance of cool. “I’ve been better. It’s not every day you see two guys flip in a car, you know?” She looked around at the shelves full of books. “This place helps. Libraries are peaceful places.”

He nodded, his warm hazel eyes filled with understanding. “I like libraries, too, for the same reason.” He glanced out the window, his tense muscles at odds with his calm tone. Looking back at her, he smiled. “Hey, I know an even better place to go when I’m stressed.” He made a gesture toward the window and shifted on his feet. “How would you like to take a walk outside with me? I hear the nature path near the house is very peaceful.”

One place Mire loved more than a library was the forest. The natural energy wrapped itself around her and soothed every nerve like a warm blanket in times of stress. Just the ticket, she mused. Smart guy. Climbing to her feet, she gave him a smile, adjusting her glasses. “That sounds great,” she agreed.

He flashed a smile, offering his arm. “Wonderful. Shall we?”

A little thrill raced through her system, making her forget about the horrors of the morning for a moment. “Yes, thanks,” she said, taking his arm and allowing him to walk her out. Her spirits began to lift as they ventured outside. Maybe things will be okay after all, she mused, sneaking glances at his handsome features.

******

A thick, hazy feeling clouded Dalton’s mind as he opened his eyes and stared around the room. The dark décor seemed strange at first, and then he remembered. Harley’s mansion. The band is here visiting friends. I guess I’ve been sleeping for a while. He struggled to recall the events leading up to why he lay alone in his bed. His thoughts floated around like jigsaw puzzle pieces, all mixed up. He had difficulty trying to sort them out for some reason. Images teased him, flitting in and out, blurring around the edges. He remembered traveling down the highway at great speed, the wind whipping through his hair. A silver Mustang zoomed ahead, just out of reach. I think I was trying to catch it. But why? The next image brought a nauseating dizzy feeling, the world spinning around him, and he dug his fingers into the sheets for support. An unfamiliar feeling of fear twisted his gut, making his heart pound faster in his chest. Pain. Sharp stabs in his head and side came next, with blurry faces talking to him. More agony and a sensation of traveling in the back of some truck. People talking to him in a white room, asking him questions he wasn’t clear headed enough to answer. He’d just wanted to sleep and escape the pain.

The door creaked open, catching his attention. Reece peeked around the corner, breaking into a smile when he saw Dalton staring at him. His band mate came in quietly, closing the door behind him and pulled a chair up to the bedside. “Hey, buddy. Glad to see you’re awake. You’ve been sleeping like a rock for about an hour now, and I’m supposed to check on you.” A flicker of concern flashed in his eyes while he watched Dalton with a steady gaze.

Reece’s cautious demeanor set off Dalton’s internal alarms, causing a small adrenaline dump to his system. He swallowed, trying to get his mouth to work. His entire body felt heavy and stiff. “Hey, man,” he forced out, his voice a whisper. Shit, why is this so hard? He tried again, the concern on Reece’s face increasing his heart rate. “What the hell’s going on?” He tried to shift and sit up more, but a vicious stab to his side and head left him gasping for breath.

Reece put out his hands in a calming gesture, holding him in place. “Now, just take it easy, buddy. Try not to move.”

After a few moments, the agony died down and he took in shallow breaths, staring with wild eyes at his friend. “Reece,” he said, panting. “Tell me what the fuck happened to me.”

Reece’s pained expression only served to increase his fear. His friend inhaled through his nose, looking away for a moment before answering. He looked back with a serious expression. “Do you remember anything?”

The pictures in his head flashed before his eyes again with dizzying speed. “Yeah, a little. I think I was driving a car down the highway, chasing a Mustang. Everything gets crazy after that, kind of swirling around. I remember riding in the back of a truck, and people around me. And a white room. I woke up here after that.” He looked at Reece, who nodded in understanding.

“Dalton, you and Jesse were in an accident. You’ve got a concussion and a couple of broken ribs. Jesse fared a little better with a broken arm and a few scrapes. He’s resting in his room right now, too.”

He looked around in confusion, anxiety clamping down hard on his chest. A car accident. Jesse is hurt. I was driving. He shook his head slowly in disbelief, staring at Reece. “No. I never lose control of a car, man,” he whispered. “This can’t be true.”

Reece’s expression grew solemn. “I’m afraid it is, buddy. One of your stunts finally went way wrong. According to Jesse, you were driving along side Harley on the wrong side of the road. He said you were pissed she left you guys behind and had to go chasing after her.” His eyes flashed with anger, but he took a deep breath and blew it out with force. One corner of his mouth tugged upward in a half smile. “The doc told me I’m not allowed to chew your ass out, and I also promised Chris I wouldn’t. Anyhow, a delivery van came around a corner, forcing you to go careening off the road. It’s a miracle you two are still alive at all. Chalk that up to your driving talent, I guess. Or just dumb luck.”

Realization hit Dalton hard. Pictures flashed in his mind, echoing the story his friend just told him. It’s all my fault. Remorse twisted in his gut like a knife, sharp and excruciating. His eyes filled with hot tears, and he stared at Reece in horror. He hadn’t cried since he was a kid. Anger and embarrassment filled him and he averted his gaze, staring out the window at the forest nearby.

“Hey,” said Reece, giving his leg a sympathetic pat. “Take it easy there, man. You’re both alive, and that’s what counts.

“Yeah, whatever,” he growled, still looking away. “Looks like I fucked everything up.”

Reece stood, giving a sigh. “The doc said emotions might run high with a concussion,” he said in a soft voice. “Just try to rest. Hey, if you’re hungry, I’ll get you some food, okay?”

Blinking to clear his eyes, he gave a small nod, still avoiding his friend’s gaze. “Yeah, just leave me alone for a while, man. And I don’t want a bunch of visitors, either.” Taking a deep breath, he swallowed hard. “Tell them to stay the fuck away right now.”

He could see Reece nod in his peripheral vision. “No problem. Be back in a few with some food. Gotta keep your strength up to heal, man.” He slid the chair back over by the desk in the corner and stepped out the door, closing it with a quiet click.

Dalton noticed one hand had an ace bandage around it, and brought the uninjured one up to wipe his eyes. Anger and sorrow raged within him like a hurricane, and he struggled to get a handle on it. He tried taking a deep breath and had to bite back a cry of pain when his ribs stabbed at him. Looking out the window once again, he ordered himself to relax. An image of his band mate came to mind, and he sighed. Ah, Jesse. I’m so sorry, man.

******

Reece descended the long staircase and made his way to the kitchen, his heart heavy with mixed emotions. He was relieved both friends were going to be all right after they healed up, but he still wanted to kick Dalton’s ass for behaving with such stupidity. Giving a sigh, he shook his head. He didn’t have the heart to be too hard on the guy right now. The doc was right about that concussion messing him up. Tough-as-nails Dalton on the verge of a break down. Damn. He walked into the dining room and into the kitchen, seeing several visitors clustered around the small breakfast nook table. Harley sat in one chair, all cleaned up with more color in her cheeks, sipping a cup of tea, and Theresa sat next to her, nibbling on a chocolate chip cookie from a large plate in the middle of the table. Chris was seated on Harley’s other side, holding a cup of hot chocolate in her small hands. She looked up when he entered, a question in her blue-gray eyes.

He leaned over, wrapping his arms around her and kissing the top of her head. The others stopped their conversation and looked at him as well. He nodded, straightening up, but keeping a hand on Chris’s shoulder. “He’s awake again, and a little disoriented. He couldn’t remember anything at first, and then took it hard when I told him.”

“Can we go up and see him?” Chris asked, worry in her eyes.

Reece shook his head. “Not right now. He needs some time to think about what happened, and made it clear he doesn’t want visitors right now.” He patted her shoulder, looking at the other women as well. “Just give him some space for a little while.” Chris seemed a little disappointed, but nodded her understanding. Reece looked at Harley. “How’s Jesse doing?”

“Lauren’s sitting with him in his room. He’s sleeping after taking that pain medication, but she insists someone needs to be there when he wakes up.”

“Okay,” he said. “Sleep will do him good, and if she wants to stay with him, that would be great.” He gave Harley a measured look, noting the red rim around her eyes and the slight tremble in her fingers when she picked up her mug for another sip. “How are you doing after all this excitement?”

Harley frowned, looking down into the steaming depths of her beverage. She gave a small shrug of the shoulders. “I don’t know. I’m still pretty shook up about it.” Theresa put her arm around Harley’s shoulder, giving her a squeeze of support. Harley looked up at him, a hint of tears still hovering in her eyes. “Is it possible to be scared and mad as hell at the same time at someone?”

Reece chuckled. “Welcome to my world.” He glanced up at the ceiling. “He has that effect on me all the time when he and Jesse go off on some adventure together.” Giving a sigh, he looked back at her. “Maybe this experience will make him think twice next time he gets a crazy idea.”

“We can only hope,” Chris said, chugging the remainder of her drink and setting it down.

Reece nodded, giving Chris’s shoulder a quick nudge. “Hey, sweetness, how about coming with me to the living room. I’ll help you relax with a little music, all right?”

She gave a wistful smile. “That would be wonderful right about now.” She stood and he slid an arm around her shoulders, pulling her in toward his side. She fit perfectly, warming his body and spirit, and he guided her toward the kitchen doorway. He smiled over his shoulder. “Ladies.”

Walking through the dining room, he heard faint giggles behind him. At least some things never change, he thought, one corner of his mouth curving upward.

Mark had stopped hoping that someone would find him. Maybe they had gotten busy, maybe they even forgot he was there. Sliding the closet door open, he chuckled. He felt like Lucy from [u]The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe,[/u] ready to jump out and surprise eveyone like no time had passed. Come to think of it, he didn't know how much time had passed while he was in there. He looked down at the notebook he had taken in with him. At least he had written something.

One of the things that brought him to the mansion in the first place was to find some inspiration so he could write again. It had been too long. He hadn't even written any music lately, which was a shame, because he might have showed the musicians some of his latest work if he had some.

Coming out of the room, Mark noticed it was quiet downstairs. Where had everyone gone? He walked to each of the other bedrooms to see if anyone was there. One of the rooms he knew who it belonged to already. Laying folded on the bed was a thick purple sweater, like the one Keira Knightley was wearing on the cover of Glamour magazine. "Theresa," he said to himself with a grin. He'd have to explore that more later.

He ambled down the stairs and made his way toward the kitchen. By now he was getting hungry, and it was more than likely past dinner.

I couldn't seem to keep hold of any one thought for a good length of time for some reason. One second I'd be worrying about the guys, and how Harley was doing, and the next I was having a difficult time not staring at Tanner's face. The stubble along his jaw fascinated me.

For gods sake, Mires, get ahold of yourself! I silently admonished. We walked along the stone path through the garden, a sweet smelling breeze blowing through.The fourth time a purple lock of hair smacked me in the glasses, I pulled out a rubber band from my pocket and reached up to pull it over my hair.

"Having trouble?" He asked, laughing a little. The rumbling sound distracted me for a split second before I mentally smacked myself.

"No, not at all. Whatever gave you that idea?" I glanced up at him, noting the amusement in his eyes.

"Can't imagine..just thought I'd ask, that's all." I saw the small grin he tried to hide but decided I would be nice and not point out that he didn't have as much hair as I did.

"So, you and Harley met through a website?"

I nodded, still wrestling with my hair.

"What kind of website?"

Frustrated, I didn't think before I spoke. "Video porn."

Silence descended.

Finally getting my hair in a little ponytail, I sighed in victory, and looked up at him. His face was red as a beet, and he kept blinking.

"Oh my god, you thought I was serious?" I snorted, and started laughing. The giggles wouldn't stop, and I had to plop onto the ground, holding my sides as the laughter flowed.

"You--"

"Dear gods, that is the funniest thing I've seen in ages!!" I shot a glance up at him, and fell back into fits of giggles.

"I'm sorry--really am--it's just--oh my god..." I took a deep breath, trying to calm the hysterical laughter that kept trying to escape.

"We met through a writing website. Writing dot com." I suppressed the tiny hiccupy-giggle and stood up, brushing the grass from my butt. "She was the first person I met in WdC chat. She's the only one I still really talk to from my first days in Chat, in fact." I grinned, thinking of my smexy demon lady.

"So you write?" He asked, bringing me back to reality. I figured he was probably trying to distract me from the events of this morning, and I decided to let him.

"Yeah. I'm currently working on a sequel to my first book." I gave a proud smile. "Dark Urban Fantasy, weighing in at one hundred and thirty words."

"How long did it take you to write it?"

"A hell of a lot longer than I had expected, that's for sure." I laughed, thinking of all the times I'd had to go back and restart the book. "I kept having to rewrite it. Took me what felt like forever."

We wandered along the winding paths, past bird baths and tiny gardens.

"So how long have you been working with Reece, Jesse and Dalton?" I asked, hoping to get him talking.

His face lit up, and his hands moved as he began to explain how he and the guys met...

"Jesse and Dalton have been friends since they were kids, like eight or nine years old I think. I met Jesse in High School. We started the band then but we really wanted to get a fourth guy to be the lead singer. So, we got a hold of our contacts and found Reece. Turned out that Reece went to our high school as well, just a few years earlier than we did." Tanner said excitedly. He had a far away look in his eyes as he told the story and Mire smiled as she watched him talk. "We've been together as a band for almost four years now. It's been really great."

“Sounds like it,” Mire said. They continued on down the path in silence, enjoying the calm atmosphere of Harley’s gardens.

“Harley must be doing well to have a place like this,” Tanner said.

“Well she writes and has a few books published. But she also runs her own, well a sort of greeting card business, “Inspiration Station.”

”She is the owner of Inspiration Station?” Tanner asked in surprise.

“Yea. You didn’t know that?”

Tanner shook his head. “No. Chris told us that she was a writer but that was it. Wow.”

“Yea.” Mire loved Harley but was suddenly a bit jealous that the conversation had turned to talk about Harley.

“My favorite card that I’ve seen is one that says “Improvise. Adapt. Overcome.””

Mire’s face lit up, “That’s my card!” she said happily.

“Really?”

“Yea. It’s my family motto and Harley asked to use it in her cards because she thought it was so great.”

“That’s awesome….Are you ready to go back inside?”

Mire sighed, “Yea I guess so. How is your arm doing by the way?” she said looking as his bandaged arm.

“It’s good. Nothing too serious. I probably could take the bandages off today,” he shrugged.

“I’m glad,” she smiled. They turned around and slowly made their way back to the house.

**********

Harley sat in the kitchen trying to force her self to eat something. After a few bites however, she gave up. She stood up and made her way to the stove and turned the fan on to smoke a cigarette. Was it just this morning that she was doing the same thing, trying to avoid Dalton’s sex appeal? She took a long drag off her cigarette and held it. She blew out the smoke in a huff, leaning her hip against the counter.

“Hey everyone. What is happening?” Mark said sheepishly from the doorway.

“Mark!” Theresa exclaimed. “You’re alive!”

“Yes. I figured someone would come look for me but you may have forgotten.”

Harley snorted.

“Sorry Mark. We’ve been having some problems.” Theresa stood up and whispered in Mark’s ear what had happened to Dalton and Jesse.

“Are they alright?” he asked.

“Yes. Nothing too major. They are in good hands. Harley had a doctor fly in so they are well taken care of.”

Harley was deep in thought and only half paying attention to the conversation. Mark said something about a sweater on someone’s bed but Harley didn’t catch who. She looked up at the ceiling as she wondered what Dalton was doing. He didn’t want visitors but Harley decided he was going to get one anyway.

She put out her cigarette and excused herself. She was glad that Mark finally got over his shyness a little and joined the ‘party’ but she was on a mission. Harley had to talk to Dalton. About what, she didn’t know, but she just had overwhelming urge to talk to him.

Harley stood outside Dalton’s door. Would he want to see her? She felt so terrible about every thing, the guilt was eating at her. She honestly felt like the unluckiest person in the world. She was certain Reece must hate her - she single handedly took out the entire band in less than twenty-four hours.

She didn’t even know what to say to Dalton. An idea struck her and she ran to her room. She grabbed her acoustic guitar and ran back across the hall.

Harley took a deep breath and quietly opened the door. Dalton was sitting up in bed looking out the large windows. She snuck into the room and shut the door. Dalton turned around when he heard the click of the door.

“Hi,” she said.

“I don’t want to see anyone,” he whispered.

“Too bad. I’m going to sit here with you and you’re going to like it,” Harley said in hopes to make Dalton fight back with her.

He didn’t. He returned his gaze back to the window.

Harley sighed. She went over the dresser and leaned the guitar against it. She grabbed two bottles and poured out two Ibprophen tablets and two Tylenol. She brought them over to Dalton with a class of water.

“Here take these. It’ll help with the pain and the swelling.”

She pulled a chair up to the side of the bed as he took the pills.

“How’s your head?” she said taking the water glass from him.

“Still a bit foggy.”

“Yea. The doc said it’ll be that way for a while.”

Harley didn’t know what else to say. What do you say to a guy with a concussion?

“Umm, want to play some music?”

“No.”

Harley sighed, “Well I’m going to play some music.”

Harley picked up the guitar and began to strum a soft melody. She began to sing a song in Latin, the high tones filling up the room.

“That’s a beautiful song,” Dalton said. Harley could see tears swimming in his eyes. The poor guy.

“Thanks. I don’t sing all that well and I can barely play the guitar…” she shrugged.

“Can you sing another? I really liked it.” He made a small smile and it tugged at Harley’s heart.

“I can’t play any other songs on the guitar though.”

Dalton held up his injured hand, “Well I can’t right now either.”

“Well I’ll help.” Before Dalton could protest she crawled up on the bed and sat next to him. She took his arm and wrapped it around her shoulder.

“Okay, now you do the cords and I’ll strum.”

“…okay. What song are we going to play?”

Harley took a breath and held it. She didn’t realize that being this close to him would cause her head to swim. She blew her breath out in a huff.

“I don’t know. What do you want to play?” Harley tried to breathe normally but she was sure that Dalton could feel her heart racing.

“You know how to read music?” he asked.

“Yes. I was in the marching band in high school.”

“Seriously?”

Harley chuckled, “Yea. I was a band geek. Played the flute and the piccolo.”

Dalton nodded, “That instrument does fit you.”

Harley chuckled again.

“Okay, since you know about music, let’s try something fun. Strum the top three strings for a half note 3 times in a row, then strum the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th strings, for two quarter notes. Then do it again.”

“Okay.”

Dalton changed cords while Harley strummed in the pattern he said. Harley melted when he began to sing to the tune. His voice flowed over her causing goose bumps to rise on her flesh. She had to really concentrate to make sure she strummed the right way.

“Feel better?” Harley asked when the song was over.

“Yea. Thanks," he said, sounding surprised that he did feel better.

Harley smiled. She suddenly found herself in that moment - the one in the movies where the characters look at each other and you know they are about to kiss. Now that she found herself in that moment, she realized just how scary it was. Harley stared into his warm chocolate eyes and tried to breathe. She watched as he leaned closer, until her eyes closed by their own volition. Feeling his lips brush lightly against her own she pushed herself forward, feeling her need for him grow. She felt a vibration run down her spine and more goose bumps on her skin.

His hand came up to cup her face as he deepened the kiss, their tongues dancing the dance that lover’s tongues know. The guitar fell forgotten onto their laps. She savored his taste and put her arm around his neck. Harley tangled her fingers in Dalton’s hair, and tried to pull him closer to her. Dalton inhaled sharply and pulled away from her, a grimace on his face.

“Oh my God, I’m sorry!” she rushed off the bed as if staying near him would continue to cause him pain. “I’m sorry, Dalton. Are you okay?”

He struggled to catch his breath, keeping a wary eye on her. Something unpleasant shifted in the dark recesses of his gaze, making her heart tighten with anxiety. The atmosphere in the room seemed to drop several degrees. He shifted on the bed to a more upright position, clenching his teeth against the pain. When his breathing became more even, he glared at her in fierce disapproval. "No," he finally answered her question. "I'm not all right, little missy. You're always thinking of yourself, aren't you? You took off to have fun with your girlfriends, getting Jesse and me all hot, and then leaving us cold. If you'd been willing to play the game, we could've had a lot of fun together." He scowled out the window, forcing a sigh. "Now we're all busted up, thanks to you."

Harley felt angry tears well up in her eyes. “Screw you Dalton,” she whispered before storming from the room. Harley ran into Reece on her way out.

“Harley, what’s wrong?”

Harley looked at him and tried to control her rage. I’m not mad at Reece, she told herself.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she whispered harshly. She pushed past him and slammed the door to her room. She paced in her room for a few moments before rushing down to the weight room.

She put on her boxing gloves and took her rage out on the punching bag.

**********

Lauren sat next to Jesse’s bed while he rested. She insisted that someone was there when he woke up, so it might as well be her.

She watched him sleep while she thought about Harley. She hoped that her friend was all right. She knew Harley could be strong in situations like this but was also certain that Harley would have a break down at any moment - if she hadn’t already.

She leaned back slightly in the chair and rested her head on the back. Looking up at the ceiling she realized how tired she was. The late night and then the emotions of that day were finally catching up to her.

Jesse woke up and noticed Lauren in the chair next to his bed. He smiled. How sweet, he thought. He reached out and gently squeezed her hand. She jumped hard enough to rock the chair onto its back legs, threatening to fall all the way over.

“Shit!”

“Sorry,” Jesse chuckled.

“I would beat you up for that if you weren’t already bruised,” Lauren said, her hand on her chest.

“Well then I’m glad I’m injured,” he smiled, then grimaced.

“Are you okay?”

“Yea. My ankle is throbbing.”

Lauren quickly propped his leg up with another pillow. “There. Is that better?”

“Yea. A little.”

Jesse watched her as she sat back down in the chair and leaned in close to the bed. She looked exhausted.

“Why don’t you go take a nap?” he suggested gently.

“Is that an invitation?”

Jesse laughed, “Well only if you want it to be.”

“Well then I’d have to say no.”

“Oh! You break my heart!” His face looked like he was crushed. “Seriously, though. You look exhausted. You should get some sleep.”

She gave a small smile but shook her head. “I can’t. I’m too wired up to sleep right now.”

“Is Dalton okay?”

She nodded, “He has a concussion, you know. And a busted up wrist and a few broken ribs. Otherwise he’s fine.”

He flopped his head back on the pillow. He hated himself for not stopping Dalton when he had the chance. It seemed so fun and carefree at first. It had been too late for Jesse to realize how dangerous their little car chase was.

He popped his head up as a thought came to him. “You weren’t hurt were you? How’s Harley? And Mireyah?”

“We’re all fine. We weren’t even involved in the wreck really. Harley had slammed on the brakes just in time,” she whispered.

Jesse sighed in relief, “Good.”

“Are you hungry or anything? I want to check on Harley, make sure she’s alright. I can bring you back something.”

“I would really love something to drink but I think the pain meds are messing with my stomach. I feel a bit nauseous.”

“Okay. Do you want anything else while I’m up? Book to read? Something to do?”

Jesse smiled, “No I’m fine. Thanks.”

Lauren stepped out of the room, in search for Harley. Jesse locked his hands behind his head and laid back into the pillows. I should get injured more often. I like being taken care of like this, he smiled.

Reece watched Harley storm off into her room and frowned. What the hell did Dalton say this time? He paused, his hand on the doorknob, and sighed. Another mess to clean up. Damn. Better go find out what happened. He entered the room, closing the door behind him. Dalton sat glaring out the window at the forest, looking like he might explode at any moment. Reece pulled up a chair to the bedside and waited.

After a moment, Dalton shifted his dark gaze toward him. “What?”

“You want to tell me why Harley stormed out of here, or should I guess?” Reece asked, using his patient tone.

“Just a stupid argument,” he bit out. “Damn bitch likes to play head games with men, that’s all.”

Promise to Chris about arguing or not, anger boiled up inside Reece. His parents taught him to treat women with respect, and he expected those around him to do the same. “Now hold it right there,” he said, scowling. “I know you’re injured and not yourself, but you just crossed the line. Harley is our hostess, and we’re guests in her home.” He held up an index finger for emphasis. “I don’t ever want to hear you disrespecting her like that again, you got it?”

Dalton didn’t back down, his eyes still flashing with anger. “The damn woman is a head case! One minute she’s attacking us in the hallway at night when we’re supposed to be welcome, the next she’s coming on to Jesse and me about driving hot cars, and leaves us hanging. First she sends out hot signals, and then she’s cold! I’m telling you, she’s playing some fucked up games here.”

“Come off it, Dalton,” Reece growled. “You’ve come across some challenging women in the past and didn’t let it get to you. You’ve done some pretty risky things before while chasing women, but this is over the top even for you. What’s the deal?”

Dalton blew out a breath in frustration, rubbing his forehead. “I don’t know, man.” Blinking hard, he winced. “Ever since we got here, that lady has been a one woman wrecking ball!” He stabbed a finger toward the door. “She cut Tanner with that lamp last night, kneed Jesse, and caused us to wreck today. Shit!” He held up his sprained wrist, his expression stormy. “Now look at us! I can’t even play!”

Reece set his back teeth, trying hard not to yell. He fixed Dalton with a glare of steel. “Cut the crap, man. Don’t try to blame that crash on Harley. You were the one who came up with the bright idea of chasing her car! And the sheer stupidity of racing along side in the wrong lane just floors me. Are you trying to kill yourself? And what’s worse, you risked Jesse’s life too!”

That comment took some of the fight out of Dalton. Reece knew he felt guilty about injuring Jesse, and used it to his advantage to get his friend to face his responsibility. He was mindful of the deep red flush of Dalton’s face and worried about aggravating his condition any worse, though.

“How’s Jesse doing?” Dalton asked, his tone more subdued. I haven’t seen him since the doc patched us up.”

Reece forced a sigh, his own anger starting to slip away. “He’s all right. The doc gave him some pain meds and he’s sleeping. He should be up and around by later tonight or tomorrow morning.”

“That’s good, anyways,” Dalton said, looking back out the window.

The two sat in silence for a moment, each struggling with conflicting emotions. Reece couldn’t decide if he wanted to knock some sense into Dalton with a well-placed fist, or put an arm around him in support. His father-like impulses sometimes got the best of him with his younger band mates, and he needed to shift with the changing situations. He stood, putting the chair back at the desk behind him. The big-screen TV on the wall caught his eye, and he picked up the remote on the table under the unit. Placing the device on the bedside table, he tried to smile at his friend. “Hey, how about you relax and watch some TV while I get you some dinner. I know it’s hard, cooped up in this room like you are.” Dalton didn’t answer, and he gestured toward the door. “How about I send Jesse over when he wakes up?”

Still staring out the window, Dalton scowled. “Damn it, Reece,” he growled. “Why in the hell did you ask us to come here, anyways? This is all so fucked up…” His voice trailed off and he didn’t continue.

“I don’t know, man,” he answered, regret weighing heavy in his stomach. “It was supposed to be a relaxing weekend, but things don’t always work out like we plan.” He crossed to the door, putting a hand on the knob. “Just rest up, okay? I’ll be back with some food in a few minutes.”

Dalton didn’t answer him, so he slipped out the door, closing it behind him. He looked down the hallway and spotted Chris coming out of the upper entry to the Library, carrying a book. She walked toward their room, but stopped when she spotted him, a question in her eyes. “Hey, sweetness. How is he?”

Reece shook his head, walking forward to close the gap between them. Sliding an arm across her shoulders, he glanced back at his friend’s door. “Not great, I’m afraid. He’s resting, but your friend Harley’s got him all mixed up. I wouldn’t recommend going in there right now. For one, he’s mad as hell he can’t play his guitar to let off some steam.”

Chris gave him a sympathetic hug. “Yeah, I warned Harley about him before he arrived. I didn’t know how they would react to each other, being such strong personalities, but I didn’t expect this.” She gave a wry smile. “It’s like they’re attached by a bungee cord and keep trying to stretch apart, and then snap back together for another round of fireworks.”

Reece chuckled. “Yeah, they tire me out just watching them go at it.”

She looked up at him, a frown of concern crossing her features. “Hey, how are you handling all this, my sweet? I know this is all pretty hard on you, too.”

He sighed, tucking her into his side with a squeeze. “Oh, I’m all right. I was scared for a while there, when we didn’t know who was hurt and how bad, but now I’m glad they’re back safe and going to be okay. What a day, huh?”

She shook her head, hugging his waist with both arms. “Too much excitement for me. I’m still trying to wind down.” She looked up at him, her blue-gray eye brightening. “Want to go downstairs and get some dinner? We could ask the cook to make one of your favorites, like steak and baked potato with veggies, or maybe one of those delicious giant hamburgers again. What do you say?”

He thrust a hand through his hair, looking back at Dalton’s door. “Maybe. I promised to bring Dalton some food in a little while.” He rolled his shoulders, trying to relieve the muscle tension the argument stirred up.

She looked up at him, a knowing expression on her face. Smiling, she pulled him back down the hallway. “Come on,” she said, amusement twinkling in her eyes. “I think you could use a little stress relief right about now. Dinner can wait a few more minutes.”

Curiosity distracted him from his worries, and he allowed her to tow him into their room. She directed him to the bed and sat him down on the edge. She scrambled up behind him and knelt, pulling his blue T-shirt from his jeans and tossing it behind her. Anticipation increased his heart rate, and he turned his head to glance back at her. Grinning, she turned his head straight. Warm hands began massaging his neck and shoulders, and he let out a deep rumble of pleasure. “God, that feels good.”

“I thought it might,” she said, laughter in her voice.

Her hands worked on him for several minutes, kneading out the knots in his shoulders and back. Gawd, he thought, closing his eyes to luxuriate in the relaxing sensations of her touch. Just like a slice of heaven. When the hands moved around to his chest and stomach, smoothing over the dusting of dark curly hair, he felt gentle kisses along the back of his neck. Heat began pooling in his lower body with every swirl of her fingers across his torso, moving lower with each pass. Warm breath tickled his ear, and teeth nipped at his lobe.

Opening his eyes, he turned his head to capture her soft mouth. She parted her lips in silent invitation and he almost smiled, tasting chocolate on her tongue when he swept inside. She always goes for the sweet stuff when stressed. Twisting around, he pulled her onto his lap, supporting her back with his arms, and he deepened the kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, responding with equal heat. He loved the feel and taste of her, letting all else drop away from his awareness. When they came up for air, he grinned. “I have a confession to make,” he whispered.

“Oh? And what’s that, sweetness?” She whispered back, a sensual smile curving her lips.

He touched the curve of her soft cheek, tracing her jaw with a forefinger. “I was hoping this is what you meant by ‘stress relief.’”

Pulling his head down until they touched noses, she whispered with a wicked smile, “You aint seen nothin’ yet, sweetness.” She reached up to capture his mouth with hers and he lost himself in another soul-shattering kiss, thinking, Hot damn. Bring it on.

Mark took the sandwich he put together for himself and returned to his room. It was a shame about Jesse and Dalton, and he felt bad about being here at a time like this. Maybe, he thought, he could leave and come back when everything was better. He quickly ran to the door and closed it before sitting on the bed and started writing a note he'd leave before making his depature. If only he knew what to say.

We walked back to the house, sneaking in through a back door into the kitchen. I glanced at the table, spotting a piece of paper. I frowned and picked it up, scanning the contents.

"Looks like Mark left..." I sighed, glancing over at Tanner.

"Too bad. Harley told me he was a pretty good musician," he leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yeah...but I can understand why he left. It is a bit crazy around here right now." I smiled ruefully and balled up the paper, sending it flying into the wastebasket.

"Nice shot," he commented.

"Why, thank you, kind sir." I laughed, before letting my head fall back and groaning. "Guess I should let Harley know about Mark...oy vey."

"How about you go tell Harley, and I'll go visit with Dalton?" His smile made my heart skip stutter before picking up speed. I blinked, and looked away.

"Uhm..yeah, sounds like a plan. Thanks for the walk..." I felt heat rise in my cheeks remembering the state I was in when he found me. "It helped a lot."

Before he could reply, I quickly exited the kitchen, mentally slapping myself for my oh-so-smooth conversational skills.

Gawd, Mires, when will you learn?

~*~

The violent thud of fist meeting leather had me skipping down the stairs to what Harley had told me was the weight room. I peeked around a corner to see her hopping around a punching bag, light and athletic and completely pissed off. I could see it in her eyes--that dark light that said bloodlust. I'd seen the same light in the mirror too many times to count, trying to force my own rage down into a dark pit that would never see the sun. Of course, at the time, I hadn't had an outlet such as what Harley was using.

"Harley?" I drew her attention to me, watched as she straightened, her arms falling to her sides. "Are you okay? Who did what to piss you off?"

She hesitated before giving me a small smile, and shrugging. "Nothing to worry about, hon."

"You sure? I know I'd hate to be that punching bag right now!" I giggled, and walked over to plop onto one of the machines. I flicked a glance at her, cocking one brow.

"Come on, Harley. Tell Auntie Mire all about it!" The faux moniker got me a tiny little chuckle, and a smile.

"Have I ever mentioned how stupid men are?"

"Ahhhh. Now, I understand. So, who's the idiot today?"

"Dalton, of course. The little prick had the audacity to blame me for the accident!! Said that if it hadn't been for me none of it would have happened! How dare he say that to me? I cannot believe the nerve of that asshole!!"

"Are you serious?" I gaped at her. "He actually had the balls to blame you for it? What the hell?"

"I know!! It's not like I put a gun to his head and ordered him to be a damn moron!! Gods!!" She made a sound of absolute disgust in the back of her throat, punching the bag again.

"Damn..." I scoffed and shook my head. "I can't believe that."

She turned to pace away from me, muttering just loud enough for me to hear.

"Too bad he isn't as nice as Tanner..." the sentence trailed off as she turned again.

I tensed up, glancing away just in case she looked at me. I didn't need her to see the anger in my eyes. I could understand why Harley would like Tanner...he was sweet, handsome--too handsome for any woman's good--, intelligent and he had an aura that was so calming....

I swallowed nervously, and looked down at my hands. I thought about the way Tanner had showed such enthusiasm when learning about Harley's business...truth be told, I could see how they'd be perfect for each other.

But, that angry pit inside me was howling for blood and had my skin feeling too tight over my bones and my heart racing too fast.

I had to get out of the room...if I stayed much longer I knew I'd say something I'd regret, and the last thing I wanted to do was hurt Harley.

"I just came down to let you know that Mark left...he wrote a note and put it in the kitchen."

She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, "Alright. Thanks for letting me know..." she chuckled, "and for listening to me rant." She rolled her eyes, but I could see a hint of tears in them.

I made a mental note to find Lauren and send her down.

"That's a-okay, darlin'," I smiled, hearing my drawl grow more pronounced as I grew more tense. "I don't mind, and he was a class A asshole of the highest order. You got every right to rant and rave."

I slipped my hands into the pockets of my jeans and stood.

"I find that after all of this drama, my stomach has regained its voice, so I'm gonna go find some food. I'll see ya later, darlin'."

"Alright. Later, Mire."

I jogged up the stairs and decided that I needed more air.

Once I find Lauren and let her know about Harley, I think I'll sneak out and explore the maze...I need to think.

Harley kept pounding away at the punching bag as if that would take away all her problems. So Mark left... she thought.

Theresa came into the room then interrupting the rhythm Harley had built up.

"Listen, I'm really sorry but I have to go. Something came up at home. It's really bad timing, but home comes first. I enjoyed my time while I was here."

"I understand. I'd give you a hug but I'm sure you don't want a sweaty one." Harley snorted.

Theresa smiled, with a look of sadness in her eyes then quietly left the room. Once Theresa was gone, Harley turned back to the punching bag. She let out a warrior cry and kicked the bag so hard it flew off its hanging support and hit the wall with a loud thud.

"Pretending to be Chuck Norris won't make you feel better."

Harley whirled around to see Lauren standing there.

"Yes it will. I just imagine Dalton's face, right there." Harley punctuated "there" with a punch to the bag as it leaned against the wall. Harley collapsed onto a bench and sucked in air.

"Lauren, I just don't understand," Harley choked out.

Despite Harley being sweaty, Lauren set next to her and put an arm around her shoulder.

"You might not want to touch me. You might get hurt in some freak of an accident."

"Oh phooey."

"I'm not kidding dude! Look at all the ruckus here!? I single handedly took out the band, Gaz, Mark & Theresa all left. I mean geeez - what next!?"

As if to answer, the light right above their heads flickered and went out.

"Thanks," Harley muttered to no one in particular.

"Harley, none of that stuff is your fault okay?"

"Tell Dalton that. The prick. He's blaming ME for the car accident!!"

"Wouldn't you feel the same way if it were you?"

"No I wouldn't I would...." Harley yelled, then ran a hand through her hair, "Yea I would. I hate it when you use logic against me."

Lauren laughed, "I gotta go with what I'm good at."

Harley started pacing, paused, and then threw herself into the pool. When she came back to the surface, Lauren was laughing hysterically.

"What?" Harley asked.

"What was the point of that?"

Harley shrugged, "It was a good idea, ya know, cool myself down. The chlorine has ruined my clothes, but oh well."

She got out of the pool, and wrapped herself in a towel from the rack. She was still full of nervous and restless energy, but not as much as before. At least now she didn't feel like killing anyone.

With a clear head, her brain finally reminded her about her idea after the wreck. She smiled to Lauren and ran from the room to fine Mireyah. Harley caught her on her way out of the door.

"Mireyah! I need your help with something."

"What's that?"

"A healing spell - for Dalton and Jesse. Help them heal a bit faster. Return Dalton back to his normal self..." Harley said between gasps of air. "Will you help me?"

"Yea sure."

"Great. Let me get into dry clothes. Meet me in the ritual house out back okay?"

Mireyah nodded while Harley ran up the stairs two at a time to her room. She pulled out a long ankle length white skirt and a white tank top. She stopped at the library before she ran outside to the ritual house, where Mireyah stood outside.

"I didn't feel right just walkin in," she smiled.

"It would have been fine," Harley said clutching the book to her chest. Mireyah looked at it curiously.

"Oh! I found that book the other day."

"Yea? It's pretty cool isn't it?"

"Yea. I couldn't read it though."

Harley smiled, "Yea, it's written in runes and all that. Let's go inside. Take off your shoes as soon as you go inside and there is a white robe that you can wear if you want to.”

Harley stepped through the threshold, slipped off her sandals, then continued her way inside. She instantly felt better in the calming atmosphere of the ritual house.

“Wow,” Mireyah breathed.

“Yea, it’s great isn’t it?”

Mireyah silently nodded as she looked around the large room they had entered. In all appearances, one would guess it was a church - except instead of a huge cross behind the altar, there was a pentagram.

Five rows of pews stood on both sides of the aisle that ran down the center of the room. Purple velvet carpet covered the floor and there were pillows strewn about all over the place. Along the side wall were overflowing shelves of books, tools, and other supplies.

"So that was why that book was in the library," Mireyah mumbled.

"What? Oh yea, it's a mess. I need to get some more shelves and organize it a bit. Just haven't done it yet."

The ceiling and the walls were lined with lose hanging silk. At certain places where the silk was hanging away from the wall, symbols that were scribbled all over the wall were able to be seen.

The large pentagram on the wall was silver, reflecting the candle light. Candle seemed to be burning everywhere, giving the place an air of mystery.

"Do you leave the candle's burning all the time?"

"Usually, no. I forgot the last time I was in here to blow them out."

Harley slowly stepped up to the altar and lit two white pillar candles while she chanted something under her breath. Mireyah waited as Harley drew a protective circle around them and the altar.

Harley set the book down on the altar and slowly opened it. She thumbed through some of the pages, mumbling to herself.

“Ahha! Here it is! Okay, stand at the other end there,” Harley gently instructed. She stood at the end of the altar then stretched out her hands to Mireyah. Mireyah took them, both being carefully to avoid the flame of the candles.

“Do you know German at all?” Harley asked.

“Very little.”

“Okay. The chant is done in German but basically the chant says “All who dwell in the house, heal them of all ails, breath in life and give new wind to their sails. Heal the bones and the mind, heal them now and right, magic workings done their deed, from now into the night.”

Miryah nodded in understanding. Harley began the chant in German, very slowly. When Mireyah was able to join in, she did. Harley gave a motion to start twirling around the altar, and in a few moments both girls were dancing and skipping around it, raising all the energy they could.

Finally Harley shouted, “This is my wish and it is done! So mote it be and all is one!”

Both girls collapsed onto the floor, taking in big gulps of air.

Mireyah looked wild, with wide eyes and tangled hair. Harley was sure she looked the same.

“Fun huh?” Harley smiled.

“Yea! Made me feel better too!”

“I always try to make my spells fun - I don’t like the monotone chanting and things like that. Almost all my spells have a dance in it of some sort.”

“Wow.”

Harley stood on shaky legs then closed the protective circle. The two linked arms and slowly made their way back to the door. They put their shoes on and went back outside into the fresh air.

“Do you ever do spells outside?” Mireyah asked, still out of breath.

“Sometimes. Just depends. This time I thought you would like doing it inside the ritual house.” Harley smiled. She reached into her pocket and handed Mireyah a piece of chocolate. “Here. This will help take the shakyness out of your legs.”

“Chocolate? Isn’t that a Harry Potter thing?”

“Well it’s in the movie yes - but it works just as well in real life too.” Harley winked.

Mireyah giggled and took a bite of the chocolate. They ate the chocolate as they slowly made their way back inside.

“Harley!” Lauren exclaimed.

Harley looked up the stairs at Lauren as she took her shoes off. She rarely wore them unless she had to.

“Yes?”

“You’re wearing white!!” Lauren gasped.

“Yea. I went to the ritual house so, I wore white for the occasion. Well, let’s go see if there is anything to eat. I’m famished.”

Laruen, Mireyah and Harley made their way to the kitchen. Harley relaxed for the first time in a few days. Things will return to normal now she sighed in relief. All I have to do is wait.

Jesse hobbled down the long hallway, trying out the walking boot the doc had given him in the afternoon. After the accident, he’d thought the ankle was broken, but a few X-rays had revealed just a bad sprain. He could deal with that, especially with the new mobility the boot provided combined with his pain meds. The medicine made him a little sleepy at times, but not bad. Limping along the hall, he thought, hey, I’m doing pretty well here.

He glanced toward the bedroom doors on either side, wishing Lauren was still awake. At just after eleven PM, the house was pretty quiet. Her sweet company had lifted his spirits today. The way she’d helped clean him up in the make-shift ER and stuck by his side during the long afternoon had really grabbed his attention. She’d been so sweet, trying to distract him from the horror of the morning events. As it turned out, they shared a lot of the same interests. Their conversation had helped him fight off the shock a lot easier than leaving him alone to rest would have. Her presence helped stabilize his mixed emotions about everything.

One door in particular drew his eye. Dalton. I really need to talk to him. Reece had told him that his buddy was taking the accident pretty hard. He said the concussion was messing with Dalton’s emotions, and they needed to be cautious with him. He’d already blown up at Harley and Reece, and was refusing visitors. That didn’t sound like the fun-loving, easy-going rocker Jessie was familiar with. He’d seen Dalton get angry in times of stress before, but not quite like this. The reports Jessie had heard just didn’t jibe with the man he’d known from childhood. He sighed. Guess I’ve put this off long enough. I’d better see what’s up with him.

He limped over to his friend’s door and gave a soft knock before pushing it open. Making his way inside, he closed the door behind him. Dalton sat on the edge of his bed, digging through a travel bag next to him. He paused when he saw Jessie, his gaze flicking from the booted foot to the cast on his arm. “Hey,” he said, putting on a casual air. Before he resumed hunting through the bag, several emotions ran through his friend’s eyes. Regret and sorrow were high on the list, with a little guilt and embarrassment thrown in. The intense energy and aura of confidence he normally radiated were missing. Definitely time to talk this out.

Jessie took the chair from the desk and slid it near the bed. Taking a seat, he made an effort to keep things light at first. “Hey, buddy. What’re you looking for?”

Dalton pulled out a black button-down shirt and slid his bandaged wrist through one sleeve first, and then clenching his teeth, struggled into the other. Being careful of his sprained wrist, he proceeded to button the shirt over his wrapped torso. “Just putting on a shirt, man. I’ve been lying here all afternoon without one and it’s starting to get a little cold, that’s all.”

“Yeah, I hear you,” he agreed, fingering the blue and white Hawaiian shirt he wore. “I had to get changed too. My other shirt was a little shredded, you know?” He watched Dalton from the corner of his eye, trying to ease into the conversation.

The dark haired man’s expression turned grim. “Yeah, I know,” he said, his voice a low growl. He paused a full beat. “Okay, Jess. Spill it. Are you here to rip me a new one like Reece? Because I’ve had enough of that shit today, thanks.”

Jesse tipped up his favorite cowboy hat and leaned back in the chair a little more, fixing Dalton with a steady gaze. “Nope,” he answered, keeping his voice even. “I just came by to check on my best friend.”

The light shifted in Dalton’s eyes and his voice lost its harsh edge. “Thanks, man. I could use a friend right about now.”

Jesse nodded, one corner of his mouth curving up. “I figured as much. It’s been a pretty tough day for everyone.”

His friend’s stare dropped to the floor, his voice raw. “I’m glad you’re all right, Jess.” He put out a hand and let it drop in frustration to his jean-clad thigh. “I didn’t mean to fuck things up so bad.” He swallowed hard. “I could’ve killed you.”

Jesse leaned forward, resting his elbow on one knee. “But you didn’t. We’re both going to be okay. Live and learn, dude.”

Dalton nodded, closing his eyes and rubbing his forehead with his fingers. Reece is right, Jesse thought, his mouth forming into a grim line. This isn’t like him. Better keep this light after all. He looked around the room, searching for inspiration to help his friend. He spotted the acoustic guitar leaning against the wall under the window, and an idea came to him. He rose, sliding the chair back to the desk, and bumped a knuckle into Dalton’s shoulder. “Hey. I got just the ticket to cheer you up, man. Feel like a small field trip downstairs?”

Dalton sat up straighter, a question in his eyes. “Right now?”

“Yeah, do you feel up to it?”

A shadow of his old smile crossed Dalton’s face. He looked around the room and sighed. “Sure. I’ve been going crazy stuck in this room all day.”

Jesse stepped back, his hand on the doorknob. “Okay, then get off your lazy ass and follow me, dude.”

Dalton’s mouth curved up and he eased himself off the bed, still keeping a hand on the bedside table until he got his bearings. Jessie raised his eyebrows in a silent question, and his friend nodded. “Let’s rock.”

He led the way into the hall and over to the stairway. Both men took their time descending the steps, holding onto the handrail and doing their best not to take a tumble. When they reached the bottom, Jesse made his way into the large ballroom where Harley sometimes held parties for her guests and turned on half the lights overhead. The band’s instruments were all set up and ready to go on a stage at the far side of the room, and he led his friend over to it.

Flipping some of the power buttons, he picked up Dalton’s favorite guitar and handed it to him. “Feeling good enough to try handling this? I don’t know about you, but I could really use a small jam session.”

Dalton flexed the fingers of his injured wrist. “This feels a little better than it did this morning. Let’s shake it loose and see what happens.”

Jesse grinned and stepped up onto the small stage, taking a seat at his drum set. “Maybe I can play a decent beat with just one hand. I’ve seen other drummers do it.”

“Hell, yeah,” Dalton agreed, shrugging the guitar strap over his shoulder. He adjusted the instrument to his liking, and gave the strings a few practice strums. He nodded, giving Jesse a crooked smile of satisfaction. “Sweet.”

Jesse tapped out an experimental rhythm on his drums until he found the right feel with his one-handed grip. After a moment, he nodded and started working his magic, pounding out a beat Dalton could join in on. His friend grinned and began to play. The music filled the room, washing outward and bouncing back from the walls to vibrate through their systems. A grin broke out on his face when he saw the tension lift from Dalton’s shoulders. Way cool. I knew this would work. His dark haired friend looked more like his old self, building energy with the fast-paced melody and savoring the music that made his cares fade away.

They would talk more about the accident later, but for now, a little jam session proved to be good therapy. Jesse let out a whoop, grinning like a fool. Yee-haw!

Electricity hummed through my body, my heart thudding against my ribs in reaction to the energy raised. I'd been in many different rituals--not all as pleasant as that--but few had given this level of energy.

We burst into the kitchen--Harley and I both looking frazzled and just a tiny bit dopey--startling Ms. Rachel. I collapsed into a chair and laid my head on the table, trying to calm myself. Getting too bouncy was always a bad thing for me--it meant a sudden crash in an hour or so that would have me slow-minded for a day or two.

"Rachel, do you mind making us a bit of lunch?" Harley asked, composed as ever despite her outward appearance. I glimpsed up over my arms to blink at the cook. She glanced at me, smiling at the innocent look in my eyes.

"Anything in particular you'd like?" She inquired.

My hand shot up in the air, my muffled voice crying out, "Grilled cheese please?!"

All of them laughed at me.

I blinked. "What? What'd I say?" Harley just giggled and shook her head.

I am so confused, I thought. I shrugged and laid my head back down, concentrating on the pleasant buzz of energy shooting through me.

Lauren and Harley sat in the living room. Every one else had gone to sleep, but Harley decided to stay up for a little while longer. She had to wake up Dalton every hour anyway, so why try to sleep?

Lauren sighed, "Well, this has been a day hasn't it?"

"Yea. Just great," she mumbled.

"Hey girl, it'll be okay. Everyone is fine relatively speaking. The guys are healing up and you did your spell so they'll be back to their old selves a lot faster."

A booming sound and then a yell echoed through the house. Thinking some one just hurt themselves, Lauren, and Harley sprinted to the source of the sound. They burst into the ball room, startling Jesse and Dalton.

"Are you guys okay?" Lauren said with panic in her voice.

"Yeah, why?"

"Oh Gods," Harley put her hand on her chest and sank to the floor.

“What’s the deal?”

“We just heard the banging and then a yell. Thought someone was hurt.” Lauren said.

“Oh. No we’re alright. Just playing some music,” Dalton said, eyeing Harley on the floor.

“I’m too old for this shit,” Harley said from the floor.

“Old?” Jesse laughed. “Then you age very, very well.”

Harley snorted, then Lauren helped her stand. “Well, continue on. Just be careful and all that jazz.”

Harley was still a bit upset with Dalton, so she didn’t want to stick around too long. She left the room intent on trying to get some sleep. Since Dalton wasn't even in bed, she didn't have the wake the guy up. Lauren stayed behind. Harley assumed she wanted to make sure Jesse didn’t over do it with his arm.

**********

Lauren sat against the wall to listen to the guys play. She was impressed that they could play so well with injuries to their hands.

In the middle of a song, Dalton stopped suddenly.

“Okay, I can’t do this right now. It’s not helping.”

“What’s the matter?” Jesse asked with concern in his voice.

Dalton pointed to the door. “Her! She just…she…”

Jesse nodded. Dalton ran his hand through his hair and let out a breath. He turned around and noticed Lauren against the wall.

“Oh. Sorry. Forgot you were here.”

Lauren waved a hand at him. “It’s okay. What has you so frustrated?”

“Nothing.”

“She’s my best friend. Maybe I can clarify things for you.” Lauren said.

“She’s just…one minute she’s hot and turning me on and the next she’s a cold,” Dalton paused looking for the right word. “…bitch.”

Lauren laughed. Jesse glared at Dalton for being so callused.

“Why is that funny?”

“Because, you like her.” Lauren said simply.

“I didn’t say that. Did I say that?” Dalton asked Jesse. Jesse responded with a shrug. “I didn’t say that.”

“Well, if I was devoting so much time to thinking about a person that would probably mean that I like them.”

Dalton plopped down on the edge of the stage. Jesse ran to his side. “You okay man?”

“Yea. I’m fine.”

“Look, Harley is like…okay, she’s like a rose. Beautiful and you can’t resist touching it, but if you catch a thorn, it hurts a lot.”

Dalton scoffed, “That’s not what I meant. So what, it’s a thorn that made her get us all turned on about cars then leave us cold?”

“Well in that situation no. She likes her cars and no one, and I do mean no one, gets to drive them. That’s just the way she is. I’m her best friend and she won’t let me drive her cars.”

“Then what about just a little while ago? She was practically all over me then told me to screw myself and left!”

“What did you say to her? I doubt Harley would just randomly do that,” Lauren said. She put that bit of information in her memory bank. She wanted to know what Dalton really meant about Harley ‘being all over him’.

“I didn’t say anything! Well I said….” Dalton sighed. “Never mind. I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I think I’m going to lay back down. I suddenly don’t feel well.”

Defeated, Dalton shuffled out of the room. Lauren was certain that under normal circumstances, Dalton wouldn't have given up so easily. However, with the concussion and all the excitement of the day, she was certain that his head was messing with him.

“I hope he’s okay,” Lauren said once Dalton was out of the room.

“I’m sure he’s fine. Harley has really gotten to him. No woman has been able to riel him up like that. I have to admit, it’s sort of fun to watch.” Jesse chuckled.

Lauren giggled, “Yea, Harley has that effect on people. So are you feeling alright?”

“Yea. I thought playing would help Dalton to feel better and it surely helped me. I was suddenly filled with energy so, had to put it to good use.” He winked.

The next day passed without incident. The meals were a bit tense as Dalton and Harley still seemed to sizzle in each others’ presence. Everyone split off after dinner, Harley going to the library to get in some reading. She just wanted to relax for a little while before bed. She was sure she was going to go to bed early after such a few stressful days.

She stood at the top of one of the ladders and reached for a book. Even with the ladder, she was still just too short to reach the books on the top shelf. She heard someone walk into the room. Not caring who is was, she continued to try and reach the book she wanted.

“Best be careful. You might fall.” She looked down at the foot of the ladder to find Dalton standing there.

“Oh, well I’m sure you’d be good enough to catch me….and don’t look up my skirt.” She turned back to her original task. Standing on the tips of her toes, she was finally able to grab the book. Dalton held the ladder steady as she made her way back down, book in hand.

Once on the floor again, she looked up at him. The library was silent as they stared into each others eyes. “Thank you,” she said quietly.

Breaking the staring contest, she went into the parlor and settled herself into one of the love seats. Afraid Dalton would sit next to her, she put her feet up onto the couch forcing him to sit in another chair.

She opened the book and began to read, trying to ignore Dalton. It was difficult as his aura just filled the room and invaded her senses. She hated him for having such an effect on her and she hated herself even more for allowing it. A thought suddenly occurred to her and sat up right on the couch.

“What are you doing out of bed anyway?” she demanded. “The doctor said you had to say in bed for a few days. No exceptions. Are you trying to make it worse for yourself?” Without waiting for him to answer, she grabbed his hand and gently pulled. Apparently, he knew not to ignore her for he went without a struggle.

“I was bored okay? Like last night, music helps me to calm down.”

Harley scoffed. “Well I tired the music thing so don’t give me that lame excuse.”

She didn’t let go of his hand as she led him upstairs. She threw open the door to his room. Harley really wanted to throw him back into bed, but knew that would hurt him even more.

“Get into bed, now.”

“Oh! Is that an invitation?”

Harley smiled sweetly with a hint of mischief in her eyes. “Well, it’s not my bed, so I can’t really make the invite can I?” she whispered.

“Well then shall I make the invitation?”

“Go ahead, but my answer is no.” She sighed and went over to the dresser. She poured out four tablets and set them next to the water class on the side table. Dalton still stood by the door, his hands casually in his pockets. “Don’t get into bed then. When you don’t get better or if you hurt yourself again, don’t get mad at me.” Her mouth turned into a frown and a flicker of sadness passed through her eyes.

She shut the door hard behind her. Dalton balled his fist, wanting to punch something. Instead he resigned to hit the pillow instead. A sharp pain shot through his chest.

“Damn it!” he lay on the bed looking at the ceiling until the pain in his ribs subsided.

“That woman is going to be the death of me,” he said to himself.

*************

The next morning, Harley was up early. She made her way to the kitchen finding Tanner leaning against the counter with a bowl of cereal.

“Morning, I see you took the bandages off,” Harley said with a smile.

“Yea. I didn’t really need it any more. Just a few cuts.”

“Well I still feel guilty about it.”

Tanner waved her off, “No harm done. I can say I have a battle scar,” he winked.

Harley chuckled, “Yea I should put a sign on the door, ‘Beware of Flying Objects.’”

“More like, ‘Don’t scare the Mistress of the House.’” Tanner laughed.

Harley reached into the fridge and grabbed a cold Pepsi. She turned the fan on over the stove and lit a cigarette. Harley stood at a place where she could look at Tanner’s profile. He surely was a handsome guy. The long blonde hair and youthful face, which he tried to hide under a layer of stubble, gave him an innocent look with a hint of mischief. He was in shape but not bulky, the way Harley liked.

Dalton is like that too. Long and lean. Harley growled, pissed that she thought of Dalton yet again.

“Did you say something?” Tanner asked.

“Oh, no. Just…nothing.”

“Are you alright?”

Harley sighed, “Not really. But it’s okay.” She put out her cigarette and turned the fan off. “I’m going for a swim, want to join me? If you don’t have trunks, I keep a few spares.”

“Sure. Why not.”

They made their way to the pool. Harley changed in the changing ‘tent’ she had set up in the corner of the room. Tanner decided to skip the trunks and jump in with just his jeans on.

As a habit, Harley dove off the diving board then swam to the other end of the pool, where Tanner stood in the shallow end.

“So, you seem to be doing well to have a house like this.”

“Yea. I’m really lucky to have all this so young. The house is very lonely when no one is here though, so I’m glad that Chris surprised me with everyone stopping by.”

“I might have to convince Reece to let us take all our vacations here if you don’t mind. It is a nice secluded place for us to really get some r and r. No screaming fans and such.”

Harley smiled. “I can understand that. As a writer I don’t get too many screaming fans unless I’m at a book signing or something like that. I try to avoid those though.”

“How come?”

“I don’t like people, big crowds.” She shrugged.

Tanner nodded in understanding then floated on his back. Harley slowly walked to him then pushed him under the water. He came up sputtering and Harley laughed.

She quickly swam away from him, thinking the weight of his wet jeans would slow him down, but he caught her and dragged her under the water. The came back to the surface and Harley splashed him. She tried to swim away again, and this time he wrapped his arm around her waist. She screamed in laughter and tried to fight his grip but he held firm.

“There’s no lamps around this time.”

Harley laughed and threw the weight of her body back as hard as she could. They both went under water. She thought that Tanner would let go of her, but he didn’t. The came back to the surface of the water.

Mireyah stood by the side of the pool with a look of pain on her face. Her eyes were filled with angry tears, but Harley thought it was the water in her own eyes that gave that appearance. She turned her head and found Dalton leaning against the door frame.

“Hey girl! Good morning! Get a suit on and join us!” Harley said. “You too Dalton. We’ll go easy on ya.” She laughed.

“No thanks. You seem to be having fun by yourselves.” Mireyah asked.

“I agree,” Dalton mumbled.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Is everyone okay?” Tanner asked.

“Yea great. Harley, I think I’m going to go pack my things.” Mireyah turned to leave the room. Harley quickly swam to the side of the pool and pulled herself out. She pushed past Dalton and caught up with Mireyah in the front hall.

“Hey, what’s the matter? Why do you have to leave?”

Mireyah turned around, a fire blazing in her eyes. Harley wondered what the problem was. What could Mireyah be angry about? Did something happen?

“Please tell me what’s wrong,” Harley begged. Dalton and a dripping wet Tanner came into the room. Dalton leaned against the railing of the stairs, arms crossed over his chest, with a bored look on his face. There was something in his eyes though, that made Harley think that he wasn't so bored. Harley wondered what in the hell happened.

No one said anything though and Harley stood there wet and cold. She suddenly felt very small and alone.

A smile crossed Chris’s face watching Reece eat the amazing breakfast Ms. Rachel made for them all. The delicious aroma of eggs, bacon, hash browns, toast and rich coffee filled the room. When the cook brought in a tray filled with fresh fruit and warm cinnamon rolls and set it in the middle of the table, Chris couldn’t resist checking it out. She rose from her seat, eyeing the tray, and giggled when she saw her favorite item glistening with moisture under the soft lighting. Strawberries! She plucked one from where it rested amid orange slices, blueberries, and blackberries, and was about to take a bite, when she caught Reece watching her, a twinkle of amusement in his eye. “What?”

He swallowed and flashed a smile. “Nothing. I knew you’d go for those first.” He waggled his eyebrows at her. “I just like watching you enjoy those things.” Checking out the table surface, he gave a mock frown, his voice sorrowful. “Too bad there isn’t any whipped cream or melted chocolate here to dip them in.” His bright eyes found her again, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “We could have a lot of fun with them.”

Giving him her best ‘oh you naughty man’ look, she crossed to his seat and wrapped her arms around him from behind. Whispering in his ear, she used a seductive tone. “I love it when you’re playful, sweetness.”

Taking the strawberry from her fingers, he lifted it to her mouth with a grin. “I know,” he purred. His deep voice caused pleasant vibrations to resonate against her chest pressed against his back, making her nerve endings start to sizzle. She took the fruit offering in her teeth, humming with delight, and held him closer, taking in his wonderful scent of fresh soap and sun-kissed tan skin. When she finished chewing and swallowed, she nuzzled his ear and cheek.

“Oh, will you two please get a room?” Lauren said in disgust, smiling and quirking an eyebrow to show she was just joking. “I’m trying to eat over here and your lovey-dovey act is spoiling my appetite.”

Chris grinned at her. “Yeah, right. You’re just jealous.”

“Going upstairs sounds like a good idea,” Reece chimed in.

Chris straightened up and swatted him on the shoulder, using a stage whisper. “Later, sweetie.” She grinned at Lauren, lifting one eyebrow. “Speaking of hot subjects, where’s Jessie right now? It seems like you two have hit it off real well so far.”

Lauren stared at her for a moment, her mouth half open. She was about to say something when Jesse walked into the room, limping slightly on his walking boot. He looked around and smiled, his charm on full blast. “Someone mention my name?” He said, tipping back his tan cowboy hat. A bright shade of crimson gathered in Lauren’s cheeks, and Chris and Reece shared a chuckle.

Lauren made a quick recovery and put on her best smile, holding out her hand palm up toward the breakfast spread. “Come on in and take a seat. How are you feeling today?”

“Oh, I’m doing a little better, thanks,” he said, hobbling around to her side of the table. He didn’t look at her flaming cheeks, but his mouth curved up in a secret smile as he pulled out the seat right next to her. The heat in Lauren’s face became noticeably brighter and she glanced at Chris, flashing a nervous smile.

Chris moved around Reece to grab another strawberry, eating it to hide her grin. They’re so cute together.

Before Jesse could sit down, they all heard a commotion out in the main hall. Anxiety jumped in Chris’s heart as she looked at the surprised faces around the table. Oh, man. That sounds like a fight.

Reece pushed back his chair and rose, his features creased in a frown as he looked toward the other room. “What in the hell’s happening now?” He bit out, his voice filled with frustration and annoyance.

Chris hastened to catch up with his long strides as he moved toward the main hall. She heard Jesse and Lauren coming up behind them and felt grateful for the extra support. She hated confrontations, and from the rising voices vibrating through the air, this sounded like a doozy. Harley and Mireya sounded awfully angry and confused out there. Her heart constricted with anxiety, hearing her friends fighting like that. Whatever’s wrong, I hope we can fix it. After yesterday, we sure don’t need more drama. Damn.

Harley's eyes shimmered with restrained tears, her hands reaching out to me. I could see her utter confusion. I hated that I felt angry and jealous, that I had taken away the happy look on her face when she had invited me to swim. I hated that my SHUT UP button had failed and allowed the snide words to escape my lips.

Damn it, Mires...you little moron. I snapped at myself. Dalton stood next to me, arms over his chest, just watching. I could feel my mental shields begin to crumble, my heart racing too fast in reaction. I could sense Dalton's anger, his jealousy--it fanned the flames of my own. My stomach clenched.

"Mireyah--Talk to me? Please?" Harley pleaded, staring at me.

I tried to make my lips move, tried to think of some tiny lie to diffuse the situation I had created, but I stood frozen in the corridor, confronted by my friend.

"I--" I stuttered. "I can't." I whirled around and ran down the hall as fast as I could. My shields had crashed down, leaving me vulnerable to Harley's confusion, Dalton's anger, and Tanner's....I smothered the thought as quickly as I could, rounding corners and running up stairs.

I barely felt the tears slicing down my cheeks like icy blades of emotion.

Harley stood in the front hall for a few seconds. She had a look of shock on her face then slowly, it changed to one of anger. Still dripping wet in her swim suit, she raced up the stairs after Mire. She rounded the corner just as Mireyah was shutting the door to her room. Harley stopped the door from closing all the way and stepped into the room.

"What the hell? Don't walk away from me, Mireyah! Answer me damn it!" Harley was pissed off now. She hated it when someone she cared about didn't tell her what the matter was - especially if it had something to do with Harley herself.

"I can't!! My shields are down right now!" Mireyah yelled back.

"So? All the more reason why you should just tell me so we can BOTH get back to being balanced!"

"No! It's just that...Damn it Harley I don't want to talk about this right now!" Mireyah looked on the edge of hysterics.

Harley felt someone come up behind her. She glanced over her shoulder to find every one standing in the hallway with worried looks on their faces. Lauren and Jesse were missing from the group. Dalton looked bored once again, leaning against the wall as if nothing was going on.

"Well too bad, because we are going to talk about it right now! What is the deal? You come up here, spend a few days in my house, and then you want to leave? Spit it out Mireyah! Don't be a chicken!" Harley knew she was being a little mean, but she couldn't help it. She had to get to the bottom of whatever was bothering Mireyah. She knew that it would be better for the both of them to just get it out in the open and be done with it.

"It's just that...well you're..."

"Spit it out!" Harley yelled.

"Guys, come on. We don't need to fight here. Let's just calm down and you guys can talk about it later," Tanner said.

"Tanner, shut up," Harley said through clenched teeth.

"Don't talk to him like that!!" Mireyah yelled. "I sure as hell wouldn't talk like that to someone I was flirting with!" Mireyah yelled and gasped. She put her hand over her mouth.

"AhHa!! Finally we get somewhere!!" Harley said. "Just for the record, I flirt with everyone - you of all people should know that."

"But why do you have to flirt with the guy that I like?" Mireyah's eyes widened and she gasped again, with a little squeak. This time she put both hands over her mouth as if that would prevent her from blurting something else out.

Reece cleared his through and pulled Chris away with him. Harley understood why no one would want to stay and watch the fight. It was a bit dramatic on both sides. Harley knew she was acting like a child, but she couldn’t help it. It totally baffled her that Mireyah would be so jealous of her. It didn’t make sense.

“Oh Gods! I flirt with EVERYONE you dolt! It’s totally innocent!”

“You were all over him in the pool though!”

“What? I can’t have fun, in the pool, with a friend!? If that’s the case, then I don’t want any!!”

“So, let me get this straight, this is all about Harley flirting with Tanner, whom Harley only looks at as a friend?”

“Apparently so!!” Harley said, throwing her hands up in the air.

“Yea, she just had to try to move in on the guy that I wanted!!” Mireyah squeeked. Her voice had moved to a pitch so high that Harley was certain the next level would be only audible to dogs.

“Oh just stop it!!” Harley yelled, “I want Dalton - not Tanner! I just didn’t want to admit it because…”

It was Harley’s turn to gasp. Her face turned a deep shade of red, her eyes wide as saucers. Mireyah was looking down at the floor, defeated. In an instant, she was no longer angry and hurt and more embarrassed for not realizing Harley’s true feelings sooner.

“Because why?” Dalton said softly.

Harley didn’t answer Dalton’s question. Instead she ran out of the room and down the stairs as fast as her feet would carry her.

“Harley wait!” she heard someone call. She didn’t stop to see who. Lauren, Jesse, Chris, and Reece were coming into the house but Harley didn’t stop. Her blurted secret was bad enough to be heard by Tanner and especially Dalton, she didn’t want anyone else to know about it either.

Lauren however, raced after Harley, who had ran into her office. Lauren found her fighting with one of the drawers to her desk. Lauren calmly stepped over and opened the drawer with ease. Glancing inside, she saw and knew what Harley wanted. She handed her friend the pack of cigarettes and the lighter.

Harley lit it and sucked deeply on the cigarette.

“Everything okay, now?”

“No. I just blurted out that I wanted Dalton!! To his face!!” she whispered harshly.

“Ooooo. What did he say?”

“I said that I didn’t want to admit it because and then ended the sentence there. All he said was ‘because why’ but I ran out of the room. How could I be so stupid!?”

“You’re not stupid. Sit down. Tell me all that happened.”

“Mireyah was all jealous or whatever about me flirting with Tanner. Don’t get me wrong Tanner is a nice guy and all, and we do have a lot in common it seems, but he’s too quiet for me.”

“Yea, you need a guy as loud as you. Plus, I think Dalton could easily keep up with your active and busy personality.”

“Exactly. But of course I couldn’t admit that because…I mean…he’s The Dalton!”

Harley was pacing in her office now, puffing on the cigarette as fast as she could. Her other fist was opening and closing. She really had the thought to hit something but knew it wouldn’t do any good, so she kept her fist to her side.

“Ahhh, you were too proud to admit your feelings.”

“Yes. No,” Harley sighed, “You know that I’m not the type to throw myself at people. Besides, it’s not like he’s going to stay here forever. He’ll just leave and find some dumb, blonde bimbo to keep him company while he’s on the road!!”

Lauren nodded in understanding and handed Harley another cigarette, knowing she would want a second. Harley lit the new cigarette off the end of the first one, then put the old one in the overflowing ashtray on her desk.

“Gods, he is such a jerk anyway!” Harley picked up the letter opener and threw it like a knife. It sailed through the open doorway into the library. Harley realized too late that Dalton was standing right there. He quickly dodged the flying object then watched as it hit the bookshelf and stuck there.

“Sorry,” Harley mumbled only half meaning it.

“Harley, can I talk to you?” Dalton asked softly.

Lauren smiled as if she knew something they didn’t and quietly left the room.

“Be nice to her, Dalton. She’s not herself right now,” Lauren whispered on her way out.

Dalton leaned against the doorframe and watched Harley as she continued to pace. She looked down, and must have realized that she was still in nothing but her swim suit, for she rounded the corner of the desk and sat down.

“How long were you standing there?”

“Long enough,” he responded.

“Then what do we have to talk about?” Harley whispered. She was defeated with no more anger left. She finished the cigarette and added it to the overflowing ashtray.

“I want to explain my actions, from the last few days.”

Harley snorted, “This oughta be good.”

“Hey, now give me a chance, at least before you just assume I’m going to blow smoke up your ass,” Dalton said firmly.

Harley sighed and lit another cigarette. “Fine, you may proceed,” she said sarcastically.

“Why, thank you,” Dalton said with just as much sarcasm. Harley knew he must be feeling better if he was being sarcastic again. “I am used to, dumb blonde bimbos as you say throwing themselves at me. When I met you, I was frustrated that you didn’t. You didn’t even seem interested.”

“I wasn’t,” Harley said.

“Right.”

“I sure as hell was never going to tell you,” Harley mumbled.

“In truth, I actually sort of like that fact that you didn’t fall over me. It was a challenge for me to try and feel you out, figure out what made you tick. I still haven’t figured it all out yet.”

“Good,” Harley said simply. She stood and made to leave the room. Dalton stepped in front of her blocking her exit. “Move.”

“No.” Harley looked up into his brown eyes. She could tell he was sincere in his words, but it didn’t matter. In the end, he was going to leave. She wouldn’t allow her self to get anymore hurt by this man.

Dalton reached up and tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. She steeled herself to not react to his touch, but goose bumps still rose on her skin.

“You are the most infuriating man I have ever met,” she whispered.

“Good,” he said in a husky voice.

Harley tried to force herself to look away from him, but her muscles wouldn’t listen. She did reach up and punch him in the chest. He grunted a bit and she remembered his ribs. She visibly winced, once again feeling stupid. She quickly recovered however so that he would not know she felt guilty.

“I said move,” she whispered.

Dalton leaned down until their noses were almost touching, “Make me.”

Harley responded by punching him in the stomach, then spinning around him into the library. Dalton quickly recovered however, and wrapped his arm around her waist. He easily picked her up. He grunted with the force of picking her up and Harley stilled.

"You're not helping your injury ya know."

"I don't care."

"Then I don't either." Harley began to struggle his grip, but Dalton held her firm.

“Oh yes, I forgot how spunky and feisty you are,” he laughed into her ear.

“I hate you.”

Dalton carried her back into the office and shut the door with a kick. Harley finally got a good hit in, and Dalton dropped her to recover from the elbow to his stomach. Harley aimed carefully enough not to hit his ribs, but she knew it must still hurt.

“Why do you resist? We both know that you want me. Why not just give in to it?”

“Because, you’re just going to leave! You wanna talk about getting all excited and being left cold! I won’t allow myself to be hurt by you Dalton! You’ll find someone else to entertain you and I’ll be left here with nothing but a broken heart!”

Harley had angry tears welling up in her eyes. She refused to let them fall however. In a split second, his lips came crashing down on hers. She tried to push against his chest, but he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him.

If excitement and adventure had a taste, this is what it would taste like, Harley thought as his tongue invaded her mouth. She knew it had been ridiculous to try and resist him - she just couldn’t. He was so exciting, fun, and dangerous.

He broke away from the kiss. “I won’t break your heart, Harley,” he whispered.

“Yes, you will. But I can’t go on like this, fighting you,” she whispered back.

“Then don’t,” he replied.

This time the kiss was gentler, but just as demanding. Harley knew Dalton would always be a demanding lover and she knew she could never resist him either.

If you play with fire, you’re going to get burned, a voice in her head said. The thought was fleeting as her body took over.

Dalton broke the kiss, moving down her neck with harsh kisses and bites. He pulled the strings of the swimsuit behind her neck as he nipped and bit his way down her chest. Harley moaned in the back of her throat as the last of her defenses came down.

A knock at the door made both of them stiffen. Harley buried her head in Dalton’s chest as Lauren poked her head into the room.

“Just wanted to make sure you both were still alive,” she smiled.

“We’re fine,” Dalton said.

How can he sound so calm? Harley wondered.

Lauren leaned further in then smiled a wicked grin before leaving the room.

“So…” Dalton said, still holding Harley tightly to his chest. He tied her swimsuit back but quickly wrapped his arms around her again.

“So…”

Dalton held her for a few moments until she pulled away.

“I, uh, am going to put some actual clothes on.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

Harley snorted and swatted Dalton’s arm. She left the room on shaky legs and slowly made her way upstairs. Once inside her room, she leaned against the door and sank to the floor.

“What am I doing?” she asked herself aloud.

Chills racking her body, Lauren ran after Chris with Jesse close on her heels. Her muscles clenched as she thought about all that had already happened and what could be unfolding in the other room. After rushing in behind Chris to see Mireyah run crying up the stairs and Harley standing in place as if glued there with that hurt expression marring her face, Lauren turned abruptly. Jesse shot her a look that she didn’t have time to decipher as she walked quickly back through the den and out the side door to be enveloped by the outside air.

“Damn it’s cool.” She murmured to herself as she walked the path to the spiral maze and let herself into the labyrinth, avoiding the commotion inside, knowing that it wasn’t her place to get involved.

What could have caused Mireyah to react the way she did, Lauren wondered, the girl was usually found with her charming smile not a face full of tears. Desperately she tried to figure it all out, but the pieces refused to come together with what little she knew. So, she banned it from her brain, deciding that the two of them would work out whatever mess they were in together. Not to mention that she needed a little thinking time to herself anyway. A slight breeze blew from the East, chilling her and pushing her loose hair into her eyes as she walked.
Looking about, her gaze settled on a bench with a large Satyr playing it’s panpipes to the side. It’s workmanship was astounding, a feeling of relaxation began to unfurl as she went to curl up on the marble bench aside it. Unfortunately, it was a little small for that so she settled for sitting sideways, her leg propped up and the other toeing the ground.
She was lost in her thoughts of the last little while when She was interrupted by a voice.

“You know, it’s not safe for a lady to walk about on her own.”

Hiding her surprise behind a smirk, she straightened the leg she had laying upon the bench and looked up at he who dared to intrude on her solitude.

“Well the joke’s on you smart guy, I’m sitting down.”

Jesse merely quirked a brow as he leaned down, wrapped his hand around her ankle, and effectively moved her leg so he could sit down before pulling her leg back up to rest on his lap.

“Has anyone ever told you how much of a smartass you are?”

She grinned and playfully punched him in the shoulder.

“Yes, all the time.” She admitted with a wink, trying to let her system cool from the jolt of electricity that shot through her body every time he touched her.

His characteristic lazy smile curved his lips as he absently traced circles on her bare ankle, watching her eyes ever so carefully. That hat was, as usual, perched atop his head in that infuriatingly adorable fashion that she found herself coming to like immensely. Oh this dangerous fiend knows exactly what he’s doing to me; she thought, controlling herself so she wouldn’t glare.

“So, what are you doin’ out here all by yourself?” he asked, continuing the torture on her leg as he spoke.

“Thinking about some things.”

“What about, if I may ask?”

She sighed and turned her face away, the waning sunlight caressing her cheek as she considered whether or not she’d mention what was on her mind.

“Events of the past few days, Dalton and Harley, the Mireyah – Harley mess, just all of this in general.” she said as she threw open her arms to encompass the area.

He nodded thoughtfully, “I know. Dalton’s been a real jackass with Harley, he’s not very smart when it comes to matters of the heart. He‘s never had to worry about getting turned down or being told to get bent if you get where I‘m coming from. This territory is a little new for him.”

She copied his nod. “In short, your friend is a dick with ears.”

He laughed deeply, his smile reaching to touch his eyes, and raised his hands, palms out.

“I didn’t say that, you just need to get to know him!”

“Maybe so.”

Catching the tone creeping into her voice, he asked “What’s the real reason you came out here Lauren?”

“I’ve had enough excitement for one day, one week, one year, one lifetime. My head spins every time I try to think about the last couple of events, you know? What with your first day, Gaz and Mark leaving, the sexual frustration you could choke a horse with, the car accident… ”

“Oh come on, it hasn’t even started yet!” He laughed, trying and failing to lighten the spiraling mood.

“Yeah,… I know.” she muttered almost inaudibly.

“Hey now, look at me.” Jesse commanded gently, pushing her leg off of his lap so he could scoot closer and tuck a finger under her chin and cause their gazes to clash.

“Shit happens, darlin’. We’re all fine, we’re all together, and I’ll take a leap and say we’re all having at least a little fun. Stop worrying about what has happened and what could happen, just worry about now. Now is all that matters.”

She thoroughly thought it over for a moment and he was so right. What’s the point in recounting a past you can’t change or worrying about a future you can’t correctly predict? Her mind cleared, her heart lifted, and a licking flame in her blood was rekindled as a thought raced through her mind. Right as Jesse let his finger fall and leaned back a little, giving her a little space, Lauren reached for his hat. Lifting it off his head, she sat it on her lap and trailed her fingers through his soft, short brown hair.
Jesse didn’t move, his breathing became a little labored as he sat perfectly still and watched her closely. She didn’t miss the darkening in his eyes, the green becoming stormy and exciting. Even down in her toes the excitement spread.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.” Came her quiet but steady admission.

“Oh? Well there’s been something I’ve been wanting to do for a while now too.” He drawled softly and she found herself captured by the intense emerald gaze as it locked onto her own.

Daring herself, she lifted her hand to his jaw and stroked the smooth lines with the pad of her thumb, edging a little closer to the fire that was the unexplored feelings between the two of them. The point of dancing around the fire and wasting valuable time getting to know one another made no sense to her anymore.

“You know what they say Jesse, now is all that matters.”

She’d hardly gotten the words out of her mouth before her senses were assaulted. He captured her lips in a split second, his taste topping the sweetest and most heady of wines. The bones holding her upright seemed to melt as she fell against him, lost in his embrace. He pulled her closer, pressing her closer as she caught his lip between her teeth, worrying it gently, reveling in the shudder that racked his body.

“Well, well!”

The mixture of Chris’s amused voice and being caught in Jesse’s arms startled a gasp from Lauren’s throat. Propelling backwards instinctively, she nearly fell off of Jesse’s lap and onto the ground. She would have tried to wiggle out of his arms, but he was holding her protectively, just tight enough to let her know that he wasn’t going to let go. With her hands on her hips, Chris stood laughing with a large grin only feet away. Her eyes were bright and enthralled as she watched every visible part of her friend tinge pink.

“Isn’t this cute!” She laughed again as Lauren buried her face between Jesse’s neck and shoulder, trying to hide her flaming cheeks

She desperately tried to blend into her surroundings when she heard footsteps coming quickly up behind Chris, who was -still- grinning at the couple. Jesse groaned when Reece came into view behind Chris, wrapping his arms around her and pressing a kiss to her neck.

“Isn’t this a sight?” She asked him with a giggle as she leaned back against him.

“Oh sweets, it‘s adorable.” he agreed, grinning broadly at Jesse who grinned right back. “Jesse you ol’ dog.” Reece joked with a wink while Jesse chuckled.

A little miffed at being the only one a little embarrassed, Lauren looked at Jesse. “Well you’re all smiles.” she commented with lifted brow.

Grabbing the forgotten hat from where it had fallen to the ground, Jesse placed it on her head and kissed the tip of her nose.

“Why wouldn’t I be? I’ve got a pretty girl on my lap!” He exclaimed good naturedly, giving her a private smile that she could only hope promised a repeat.

Lifting her from him and on her feet, Jesse stood and loosely wrapped an arm around her waist.

“I’m famished, what’s say we all go back inside?”

Sharing a smile, Chris and Reece nodded and Jesse noticed them share another secret look. He shook his head, unable to stop his grin from spreading. Lauren was still blushing, her hair mused and her eyes alight. He couldn’t help but reach his hand to her hair muse it a little more, taunting her a little as she turned and glared daggers at him. He watched her eyes change as she stared at him, her eyes showing her unspent passion locked behind her re-erected barriers. Turning to one of the many rose bushes making the maze, he plucked a single rose, broke the thorns off, and pinned it under the hat right behind her ear.

“Let’s go then.” He suggested, pulling her to his side.

The four of them walked in a companionable silence back to the house. It was when they all had gotten through the door that Harley raced past them. Knowing Pandora’s box had been opened, Lauren thought to herself -let the chase begin- and followed her friend.

Chris leaned in toward Reece’s side, slipping a hand around his waist, and he wrapped a protective arm around her shoulders. They watched Harley disappear into the Library with Lauren hot on her heels. Chris gave a sigh and Reece looked down at her with a question in his eyes. She shook her head, misery creeping into her heart. “This just keeps getting worse and worse. It hurts to see everyone arguing and having so many problems. This was supposed to be a fun weekend, damn it!”

One side of Reece’s mouth quirked upward. “I know, sweetness, but things don’t always work out how we want. Especially when there’s several volatile personalities involved.”

Dalton made his way down the stairway and didn’t pause to greet them, walking straight through the short hall into the Library and headed for Harley’s office. He seemed to be getting around much better now with no evidence of a wobble in his gait.

Jesse gave a humorless laugh and pointed toward their departing band mate. “Speaking of volatile personalities, there goes one now.” He sighed, looking at Reece and Chris. “Oh well, they’ll deal somehow.” He winced. “In the meantime, I haven’t even had breakfast yet, so I’m headed back to that beautiful spread in the other room. No sense letting it go to waste.” He flashed them a big grin and hobbled off toward the Dining room.

“I’m still hungry, too,” Reece commented. “How about we go finish our breakfast?” He wiggled his eyebrows, giving a secretive smile. “Besides, I’d love to see you enjoy more of those strawberries.”

Some of Chris’s good humor came back at his teasing, and she gave him a light shove with her shoulder. “Okay,” she answered with a small giggle. “When you put it that way, how can I resist?”

They walked with an arm around each other toward the Dining room to join Jesse. Just as they entered the short hallway under the stairs, Lauren walked out of the Library. Her forehead creased with concern and she glanced over her shoulder, pausing in mid-step. Chris frowned. “What’s up, Lauren? Is Harley okay now?”

“I think so,” she answered, turning toward them. “She’s in her office talking things out with Dalton, but I’m still worried. With those two, I’m not sure if it’s safe to leave them alone for long.” She cast another look over her shoulder, biting her lower lip.

“They’ll work it out,” said Reece, using his best reassuring tone. “Why don’t you join us in the other room and finish breakfast?”

“Jesse just headed in there,” Chris added, trying to tempt her friend’s worries away.

Lauren hesitated, clearly torn. Squaring her shoulders, she waved a hand and started back toward the Library. “You two go ahead. I’ll be back in a minute.”

Reece looked down at Chris and shrugged, and then pulled her toward the other room. She just shook her head and walked with him. I hope he’s right about Dalton and Harley working things out. Damn. I wish I could make it all better for them.

No sooner had they resumed their seats, than Lauren came back in, her face tinged pink. When they looked at her with curiosity, she gave a nervous smile, waving one hand back the way she had come. “They’re fine. It looks like things are better already.” She took a seat next to Jesse again and kept her eyes on her plate for a moment, avoiding Chris’s searching gaze. Lauren snuck a glance at Jesse beside her, only to encounter that friendly cowboy grin of his, and her cheeks darkened a little more. She took the Stetson off and put it on his head. “Oh, be quiet and eat your breakfast.” Jesse laughed and tucked into the food without further comment.

Chris heard footsteps and looked up in time to see Harley padding through the short hallway in a bathing suit. Her friend didn’t stop and dashed toward the staircase in the main hall. Maybe everything is okay now and she’s just going upstairs to change clothes? I hope. Anxiety made the fresh strawberry she was chewing on tasteless. Dalton came out next, pausing at the dining room archway, looking toward the hallway with a mixture of confusion and longing in his dark eyes. Idiot! He must’ve messed it up again. Chris sighed first, and then anger made her frown. She turned to Reece, who just finished his food and sat back in his chair, content for the moment. “Okay, either you talk to Dalton or I will,” she growled. “Things are just way too tense around here for me, and we need to lighten everyone up.”

Reece’s eyes went wide at her tone. Just as quickly, resignation set in. He pushed back from his chair and stood, cupping the side of her face with one big hand. “All right, sweetness. I’ll go kick his ass and make him behave.” He flashed a smile and strode over to his band mate. Grabbing Dalton’s shirt sleeve, Reece pulled him out of the room. Chris exchanged a worried glance with Lauren and Jesse, and then jumped up to follow them.

“Hey, wait!” Jesse called out. Chris paused, confusion making her frown, and he got to his feet. He walked around the table and patted her on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, he’s not really going to mess him up. Why don’t you take a walk or go read a book, and I’ll go after them to make sure things remain civil, all right?”

The cowboy’s easy manner and calm smile reassured her, and she nodded. “Okay, Jess, if you’re sure.” She looked over the table at Lauren. “Can you go upstairs and check on Harley? I suspect she could use a good friend right now, and you two are close.”

Lauren rose and nodded. “Sure, I’ll take good care of her. See you in a bit.” She escaped out the doorway, headed for Harley’s room.

Jesse steered Chris with one hand into the hallway and gave a light shove toward the Library. “Go on, I’ll help handle this,” he said, his slight drawl evident. “I’ve heard you love to read when you’re stressed.”

Chris quirked an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? What else have you heard? I didn’t think you guys gossiped that much.”

Jesse chuckled. “No, not that much, but some. Have Reece fill you in later on that one. Now, get going.”

Chris looked toward the ballroom where Dalton and Reece had disappeared to have a talk, and then gazed at Jesse’s confident features. His gentle manner calmed her, and she nodded. “Okay, I’ll trust you on this. Be careful.” He laughed and took off toward the Ball room.

She blew out a breath, trying to ease the anxiety in her chest, and walked into the Library. The atmosphere worked like a mild sedative immediately. She looked around in wonder at all the books on the shelves, taking a deep breath to savor the unique paper smell. Book stores and Libraries always lifted her spirits, and she gave Jesse silent thanks for directing her here. Stepping over to the Fantasy and Romance sections, she let her worries temporarily drop away. I hope they know what they’re doing, she mused, reaching for an interesting looking book.

I knew my eyesight sucked, but damn I didn't think I was blind!

I wrapped my arms around my waist after Harley and the others left. I couldn't believe that had just happened. I closed my eyes, utter disgust flaying me alive inside.

"You okay?" Tanner asked from the doorway. I froze. I'd completely forgotten he was there. Oh crap. Oh gods, please don't make me have to actually talk about this. Please...

"Uhm..yeah. I'll be fine." I plastered on a fake smile, turned around and shrugged at him. "Misunderstandings happen. It's not like Harley and I have never argued before." We hadn't. "It'll work out." I nodded, pretty sure I was trying to convince myself more than him.

I was a champion at lying to myself. Lots of practice makes perfect.

He leaned against the door, hands in his pockets, just...staring at me. My eyes kept glancing around, looking everywhere but at him.

The silence stretched.

I broke first.

"Oh for crying out loud, Tanner, are you just going to look at me all day or are you going to say something?!" I snapped, glaring at him.

His eyes bore into mine, quiet...waiting.

"What? What do you want me to say? That I like you? I do. That I saw you and Harley in the pool and I was jealous? Fine! I was! Did I overreact? Just a bit, I'd say!" The words wouldn't stop...I tried to reel them back, but it was like trying to control a flood--couldn't be done. "Gods, all you could talk about was how wonderful Harley is, and all she could do was talk about how great you are...and...and..." and suddenly I didn't have words. I floundered.

Me, the writer...I so rarely didn't have words, I was at a loss of what to do when I didn't. I stared back at him, my arms hanging limp at my sides. I didn't have my anger, or even tears at this point. I just stood there.

He watched me, those dark eyes full of something that I couldn't decipher.

"I just..." I closed my eyes against that gaze. "I can't do this right now." I was utterly drained. I opened my eyes and made myself move toward the door and out of the room. I didn't know where I thought I was going when I ran to the garage, grabbing the keys to one of the cars...I didn't know and I didn't care where I was going when I pulled out and drove away.

All I knew was that he let me go.

Harley picked herself up off the floor and made her way to the closet. Her hands were still trembling. She shook them in an attempt to quiet her nerves. Harley went to the bed side table, lit a cigarette and let it hang from her mouth while she perused the closet for something to wear.

Harley was never the type to worry about her looks. She dressed the way she wanted to without a thought of what another person might think. Now, she couldn't get Dalton out her head - what would he like? Would he prefer her hair down or up?

She shook her head and tried to concentrate. Frustrated with herself, she pulled out a black ankle length skirt and a black tank top - similar in style to the white outfit she had on during the healing spell. She brushed her hair letting it fall loose down her back. Harley knew she should wash it because of the chlorine from the pool, but she decided against it. She was certain the others downstairs were worried so she didn't want to be away for too long.

Harley glanced in the mirror one more time, just to make sure she looked at least semi-decent. She opened the door to her room and ran smack into Lauren. On instinct, Harley wrapped her arms around the girl to keep them from both falling over.

“Well, I missed you too,” Lauren giggled.

“Sorry, I didn’t know you were there.”

“Everything okay?”

“Yea. Just great.”

“Sorry for, uh, interrupting you, before.”

“I’m glad you did. It was a mistake.” Harley turned and sat down on the bed. Lauren took a seat next to her after shutting the door.

“A mistake? How come? You want him don’t you?”

“Yes I do. It’s driving me crazy! But it’s like I said before. He’s going to leave and I’ll still be here…alone…with a broken heart.” Harley threw herself backwards and lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling. “I won’t allow my heart to be broken if I can prevent it,” she whispered.

Lauren leaned back and propped herself up on her elbow. “What makes you think that he’ll break your heart?” she whispered back.

“Cuz he’ll leave. Just like that. Off on a grand adventure with the band, with girls throwing themselves at him.”

“What makes you think he won’t come back?”

Harley sighed, “I’ve thought of that. But what’s to say that he will? I don’t have any guarantee.”

“Love is never a guarantee.”

“Love,” Harley scoffed. “Lust is more like it.”

Lauren half smiled. “Lust can turn into love you know. If it’s just lust, why would your heart get broken?”

Harley didn’t say anything for a few moments. “Once again, I hate you for using logic against me. But it’s not love - just a strong like.”

Lauren laughed. “Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”

Harley laughed out loud then snorted.

“Yes!! A snort! I win!!”

Harley continued to laugh and Lauren joined in. When they finally calmed down, there was silence between them.

“Ya know, I feel sort of the same way about Jesse,” Lauren confided. “Especially since I would have to go back home to North Carolina.”

Lauren thought back to her earlier thoughts of living here with Harley and getting a job in town. She wondered what Harley would think of that idea.

“Harley…I was wondering something. Would it…You see I was wondering…would it be okay if I…lived here?”

“Seriously?”

“Yea, you see I am had a rough point in my life and really want a change. I love this place - it’s so calming and at the same time full of excitement.”

“Rough point? Is everything okay?”

“Oh, of course. I just want a change of scenery. Ya know, hopefully find something better for myself than what I have now.

“You mean you want to be closer to Jesse?” Harley giggled.

“And you of course!” Lauren defended.

“Right.”

“Really! And while Jesse has become sort of, well important to me, I still really do want a change of everything in my life - location, job, friends, people, the whole shebang.”

“I understand completely. Of course you can live here!! I mean, you do already have your own room!” Harley smiled.

Lauren smiled back and instantly felt better - about every thing. It was as if a dark cloud had been hovering over her head and now it was gone. There was nothing bad at home for her, she had just become terribly depressed being there. She had a dead end job that was going no where, her small apartment was terribly lonely, and the people around her seemed to be just as dead. It was the same thing every day, over and over again. The same conversations, the same people, the same places. Lauren really needed something fresh and new in her life.

She was so glad Harley had agreed to let her live at the Mansion. The house seemed so full of life. Lauren wanted to know how Harley could stand living alone in such a huge place. Then again, with friends stopping by, Harley was never really alone for long.

“Well I suppose we should head back downstairs, to check on the others. I bet they are really upset about the fight and all,” Harley said.

“They are really worried, Chris especially. You know how she worries about every one.”

“Yes.”

The girls linked arms and made their way down stairs. They found Chris in the library.

“Hey girlie!”

“Hey, everything okay now?”

“It’s better than it was. I’m still a bit confused about a few things, but I’ll be fine,” Harley smiled.

Chris smiled knowingly. “I’m glad.”

“Where is everyone?”

“Well the boys, Reece, Dalton, and Jesse went to the ballroom to have a manly talk. I don’t know where Mireyah and Tanner are though.”

“Mireyah is probably walking around. She likes to be outside,” Harley said looking out the window.

Chris nodded in understanding.

“Well, I think I need to make peace with the boys so to speak,” Harley said with a clap of her hands. “I’m going to show them my bike.” She smiled.

“Dalton would love that, I’m sure.” Chris smiled.

Harley giggled and left the room. She stopped in front of the ballroom doors to make sure that everything was alright before she walked in. She didn’t hear any yelling so she figured it was safe. She knocked on the door then turned the knob. Four faces turned to look at her when she entered the room. She had that feeling of paranoia of walking by a group of people that suddenly quiet down when you pass, like they were talking about you.

**************

Dalton followed behind Reece into the ballroom. Jesse was quick on their heels. Tanner was already in the ballroom, looking like he was rearranging things.

“So, what’s going on?” Reece asked, getting right to the point.

“With what?” Dalton said nonchalantly.

“With what?” Reece chuckled. “She’s got you really messed up doesn’t she?”

Dalton ran a hand through his hair. That’s an understatement, he thought.

“So what happened?” Jesse pressed. He sat on the stage, leaning back as if this was not a serious conversation.

“We talked,” Dalton shrugged.

“And then what? Lauren came back from checking on you two all blushing,” Jesse laughed.

“I kissed her okay? Is that what you want to hear?” Dalton’s voice was full of frustration.

“Then what’s the problem? She still ran out of the room like something was wrong.” Reece said clearly. Dalton was convinced that Reece didn’t miss anything that happened.

Dalton sighed and sat down on the stage. A part of him wanted to talk to the band about it, perhaps to get some advice. He never met a girl like Harley before. He was not sure how to act around her. She could change attitudes at the drop of a hat. One second she’s not fighting him, turning him on, then the next it’s like the dream is over and she’s running away from him again - with tears welling up in her eyes.

The other part of him didn’t want to say anything, at least to avoid what the guys would actually say to him. What would they say if they knew what Harley said to him? Would they agree with her? And if they did, what would they say to him - or even to her for that matter?

“Earth to Dalton?” Jesse said.

“Instead of thinking about it till you run yourself into the ground, talk about it man.”

“Why so you can chastise me about it? So I can stand here and listen to you laugh? Or perhaps let you run to her and tell her to avoid me ‘cause I’m really messed up or something?”

“You really think that we would do something like that?” Reece said, his voice full of hurt.

“Well…no,” Dalton sighed. “Look, it’s not me, it’s her! I don’t now what I’m doing wrong but it’s like every time I think I’m in, she runs away.”

“You’re in?” Reece laughed. “There’s your problem dude. Harley is not the type of chick that just let’s you “in” as you say. She wants commitment - at least a long term type of arrangement. Not a “I’ll call you sometime” then don’t call deal.”

“I know that. I just don’t know if I can give her what she wants. I mean, who’s to say where we’ll go next? Sure we can always come back here, but what about all that time when I’m gone on the road? That’s no way to have any sort of relationship. That’s why I always liked wild girls. They didn’t care about any of that stuff.” Dalton ran his hand through his hair again. “Then her,” he pointed to the door as if she would materialize, “she is just…I don’t even know the word!”

A soft knock at the door caused them all to freeze and look at the door. Harley snuck in with a look of embarrassment on her face. The outfit she was wearing, similar to the white one she had one the other day, made Dalton want to rip it off her. The tank top was just low enough to give a peak of her cleavage. It hugged her chest and waist and ended just a little short to reveal just a sliver of her stomach. The skirt was a long flowing thing that hid her legs but it really showed off her hips. Dalton stared at her now, like he had when she burst in with the white outfit on.

*****

“Hi, guys,” Harley waved.

“Hi.”

“I, umm, wanted to ask if you’d like to see my bikes?” Harley chewed on her bottom lip. She felt a little bad that she obviously interrupted their “guy talk”.

“Your bikes? As in more than one? Where? I didn’t see a single one!” Dalton said, obviously excited.

“Well, they are hidden under a tarp or in pieces around the garage. I’ve been trying to rebuild a couple.”

Dalton’s mouth was hanging open. Reece looked at him and chuckled as if he knew more about what the look meant than Harley did.

“Well you guys can go look - and drool. I’m going to check on Chris.”

“Yea, ‘check’ on her, right buddy?” Dalton winked.

Reece rolled his eyes and strolled from the room. The rest of the band followed Harley towards the garage. Tanner broke away from the group as they past the front door.

“Where ya headed?”

“Well, I was a little cold to Mireyah earlier…I just didn’t know what to say to her. So, I’m going to go check on her.”

Harley smiled, “Be gentle Tanner. She’s strong but still a bit fragile.”

Tanner nodded with a smile. Harley, followed by Dalton and Jesse, continued on to the garage. Harley noticed instantly that something was missing or out of place in the garage, but she couldn’t exactly put her finger on what.

Harley led the way to the back where a large blue tarp sat over something. In a dramatic fashion Harley pulled off the tarp to reveal two Harley Davidsons.

“Wow.”

“Like my custom paint jobs?”

Jesse and Dalton nodded so enthusiastically Harley was expecting their heads to fall off.

The newer bike, a Sportster, had a large red rose on the gas tank. The fender and the seat had loose rose petals mixed with leaves and thorns looking like they had blown off the rose.

“I like the roses,” Jesse said. “It fits you I think.”

Harley smiled, “Yea and it is a much more comfortable ride than the other one.”

Dalton and Jesse took a step to the side to see the other bike more clearly. Dalton’s jaw dropped at the sight.

“Nice.”

“Nice? Jesse do you know what that is? It’s a 1928 Harley Davidson JDH two-cam!” Dalton stared at his friend in shock.

Harley patted Jesse on the shoulder. “It’s okay. Most people don’t know how rare this bike is. This model is the first time that two-cam engines were used on Harley Davidson motorcycles. It was also the same year that front wheel brakes became standard on all bikes Harley made. I rescued this one from a junk yard believe it or not,” Harley said with pride. “I didn’t even realize what I had until I brought it home.”

“This paint job fits you better I think.”

The gas tank had a skull on it and barbed wire decorated the front and back fenders. It was definitely Harley’s favorite bike.

“So, can we go for a ride?” Dalton asked eyeing the 1928 JDH.

“Well sadly, you guys wouldn’t fit all that comfortably. The Sportster is custom for my height. The JDH still doesn’t run yet,” Harley said sadly.

Dalton looked like a kid who woke up on Christmas morning to find Santa forgot about him.

Harley looked around the garage plagued with the feeling that something was missing. She glanced down the row of cars.

“The corvette is missing,” she mumbled.

“What?”

“My corvette is gone!”

“Where did it go?”

Harley didn’t answer. She ran into the house and straight to the library. Harley would have normally been embarrassed to interrupt Chris and Reece kissing, but she was filled with worry.

“Sorry, but have you guys seen Mireyah in the last few minutes?”

“No, why? Something wrong?”

“Sort of. I think she took off in one of my cars. The problem is the one she took has a habit of breaking down.”

“Oh, isn’t she with Tanner though?”

“No, Tanner was talking with us,” Reece said.

“I’ll go down the road, see if I can find her. You guys hold the fort?” Without waiting for an answer, Harley left the room and made her way back to the garage. She grabbed the keys to mustang on her way in.

Dalton and Jesse were still looking at the bikes.

“I’m going to look for MIreyah. I think she took the corvette. Should I take the other keys with me or can I trust you to stay here?” she asked her eyebrow quirked at Dalton.

“You can trust me,” Dalton said.

Something about the way he said that made her think he was talking about something else. She told her self she would think about it later as she climbed into the driver’s seat.

She took off down the road in search of Mireyah and her corvette.

Harley normally loved to drive down the mountain road but with the memory of the accident and Mireyah gone missing in an unreliable car, Harley was full of dread. The long curving road made it worse as she safely couldn’t drive faster than 35 mph around the sharp turns.

Harley slowed to a snail’s pace when she passed the place of the accident. Broken glass still littered the road and the ground was torn up from the car flipping over. Luckily, the car was no longer there.

Harley shook her head to be rid of the depressing thoughts and continued down the road. Just as she was about to give up, she rounded the bend to find the corvette - and Mireyah on the side of the road. Harley pulled over and got out the car. Walking towards Mireyah she noticed something odd about the girl - she had a cigarette hanging out of her mouth.

“Brigit Mireyah Wolfe! What the hell are you doing?”

“What?”

Harley snatched the cigarette out of Mireyah’s mouth. “This is what!”

“Well, they were there and I’m really stressed out…”

“Dude, smoking is bad for you,” Harley said then took a puff off the cigarette.

Mireyah crossed her arms and quirked an eyebrow.

“Yea, exactly. I’m a good example of what NOT to do. Once you start you can’t stop, so don’t start missy.”

Harley put the cigarette out with her foot then picked up the butt. “Come on, let’s go. I’ll call a tow truck to pick up the car.”

Mireyah silently got into the mustang and Harley climbed in to the driver’s seat and started the engine.

“So, you okay?” Harley asked.

“Not really. I feel so stupid!”

“Don’t feel stupid. It was just a misunderstanding. I will say I was a bit shocked that you actually thought I would move in on your guy though.”

“That’s why I feel so stupid. I should’ve known better.” Mireyah sighed. “But Tanner seemed to speak so highly of you, and you said such nice things about him, and then I saw you in his arms in the pool and…” Mireyah threw her hands up in the air.

“Why didn’t you just say so? I had to practically beat it out of you girl!” Harley chuckled.

Mireyah shrugged. “So did Dalton say anything to you about your, uh, admission?”

Harley knew Mireyah was trying to get the focus of her self. Harley let her. “Yea he did,” Harley sighed.

“Well, what did he say?”

“He didn’t say much really,” Harley lied. “He did kiss me though,” she blushed.

“Oh! How was it?” Mireyah asked excitedly.

“It was…nice.”

Mireyah rolled her eyes. “Just nice? Yea right.”

“What? You want me to tell you that despite my better judgment I felt like putty in his hands and I wanted to strip down and do him right there in the office?”

Mireyah gasped, “You did?”

It was Harley’s turn to roll her eyes as they entered the tunnel that led to the garage.

“So when are you going to kiss Tanner?” Harley teased.

“Well ya know…when I feel like it,” Mireyah said then stuck out her tongue.

“Ooo, I dare you to just walk right up to him when we get home and lay a big one on him!” Harley laughed.

Mireyah gasped in shock.

“Scared?” Harley taunted. “I double dare you!” Harley squealed as she parked the car.

“What you think I won’t do it?”

“Nope. I think you’re too chicken. Bwak bwak!”

They walked into the house as Harley laughed maniacally. Tanner was leaning against the banister in the front hall as if he had been waiting for them. Mireyah grabbed his face and planted a kiss on his lips. She pushed him away a few seconds later.

Mireyah gave Harley a defiant look. “Happy now?”

Harley was laughing so hard at the look on Tanner’s face, she couldn’t give an answer. Tanner’s carefree attitude seemed to take over for he threw Mireyah over his shoulder and began to carry her upstairs.

“Excuse us for a few…hours,” he smiled.

“What? Wait a minute! Put me down!” Mireyah screamed.

Harley had to brace her self against the wall to keep from falling over with laughter. The commotion brought the others into the room to see what was going on.

“Go get her caveman!” Dalton hollered.

Tanner turned, hit himself in the chest and grunted. Mireyah was wiggling around on his shoulder so he spanked her. “Quit squirming woman!” he laughed.

Mireyah screamed but stilled. Harley was on the floor laughing - and snorting.

“Hey hold on a second!” Jesse said, “Lauren and I were going to hit that dance place in town if ya’ll want to join us. So uh, don’t take too long there Tanner.”

Tanner gave a salute and continued his way upstairs. Harley had finally calmed down so Lauren helped her to stand up.

“So, you going to come out with us?” Lauren asked.

“Sure. Sounds like fun,” Harley smiled.

“I’m in too,” Dalton said.

“Reece? Chris?”

“We’ll see. Maybe we’ll stay here and keep the house to ourselves.” Reece gave Chris a little wink.

Harley smiled, glad to see every on back in happy and carefree moods. While she still wasn’t sure what to do about Dalton, she wanted to at least go out tonight and have some fun with her friends. After the stressful events of the past few days, they all deserved some fun.

“Well I missed breakfast and lunch, so I’m going to grab a bite to eat. What time to we want to head out? It’ll take about an hour to get into town.”

“Oh, I’d say we leave about 4:30, grab a bit to eat and stuff,” Jesse suggested.

“Sounds like a plan. It’s almost three now so we’re got a little time to get ready.”

Harley made her way to the kitchen and grabbed a pear from the bowl on the table. Dalton had followed her and grabbed an apple.

“So what are you going to wear?” he asked.

“Clothes.”

Dalton rolled his eyes. “Seriously, how do people dress going to this place? You said it wasn’t like normal clubs.”

“Wear whatever you like. IT’s a mix of people, some in jeans and cowboy boots, girls in mini-skirts, guys that are wannabe gangters,” Harley shrugged.

“Well what type are you?”

“I’m the bad ass, rock and roll, bitch.” Harley said matter of factly.

“And what am I?”

“A guitarist.”

“Sounds boring.”

“Not at all. Do you know how much women just love a man with musical talent?”

“Oh, those bimbos as you say.”

Harley rolled her eyes. “Not just bimbos. Silly.”

Dalton chuckled.

“Alright I’m going to get into the shower. And before you even think about it, no you can’t join me.”

Dalton gasped. “I would never think of such a thing!” Harley quirked an brow at him. “Okay maybe a little.”

“That’s what I thought.” Harley ran her hand along his shoulder as she walked past.

“Oh, do that again.”

Harley smiled and turned to massage Dalton’s shoulders. He groaned in pleasure as she kneaded the muscles in his neck. He leaned his head back resting on her breast. Harley didn’t hesitate to lean down and gently kiss him. The kiss didn’t stay gentle for long. Without breaking the kiss, Dalton guided Harley to sit in his lap. This time when Harley wrapped her arms tightly around him, he didn’t flinch or pull away in pain.

Dalton ran his hand up the back of her shirt. His hand burned and kneaded the muscles in her back. His hands continued to roam, moving down to cup her butt. He shifted her in his lap so she was pressed more into his chest. His hand continued down her thigh. His hand began to roam back up her leg, taking the hem of her skirt with it. His feather light tough on her skin left a trail of fire. When his fingers brushed against the edge of her panties, she pulled back abruptly.

“I’m sorry, I can’t do this,” she whispered.

For the second time that day, Harley ran away from Dalton with tears in her eyes. Dalton this time chased after her up to her room. He burst through the door before she could latch it.

“Look woman, you are driving me up the wall!”

“Good! That way we both can suffer!”

“Both? I think I’m the only one suffering here!”

“Look, let’s get it all out in the open - I’m not going to sleep with you! Despite the fact that I want to in the worst way!”

“Why not?” His eyes bore into her. She felt naked thought she was still fully clothed.

Harley sighed, “Because I’m not…”

“A dumb bimbo?” Dalton finished.

“And I’m not easy either! I want to be respected the next day!”

“You think I wouldn’t respect you?” His eyes sincerely showed hurt by her words.

“Have you respected any of the other women you’ve slept with?” she whispered.

Before Dalton could answer, Harley went into her bathroom. She turned on the shower and stepped into the scalding water.

Harley wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep Dalton gat bay. She wanted him so badly, it hurt.

She got out of the shower and wrapped herself in a black towel. She prayed Dalton had left.

Harley cracked open the door, letting all the steam escape.

“He’s gone,” Chris said from the bed with a smile on her face.

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t say a word,” she smiled.

Harley snorted, “Yea but you were thinking it.”

“All I wanted to say was, I think you should give Dalton a chance. He is really taken with you.”

Harley looked up to the ceiling and sighed. “That’s not the point,” she whispered.

“What are you so afraid of?”

Harley looked at Chris, but didn’t answer. Instead she went over to the closet.

“If you’re afraid of getting hurt, you could miss out on something great.”

Harley stilled. “If know,” she whispered. “I’d rather miss it, than have a broken heart.”

“Harley, that has to be the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard you say! What kind of life is that to live?”

“A safe one!”

“A boring one!” Chris said firmly. “I don’t understand, Harley. You are usually so upbeat and positive.”

Harley sat on the bed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I know. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I keep having this thought that if you play with fire, you’re going to get burned.”

“But its fun though isn’t it?”

Harley half smiled, “Yea.”

“Then stop thinking about the ‘what ifs’ of the future and have fun!”

Chris quickly hugged Harley then made her way to the door.

“Hey, thanks.”

Chris smiled and quietly shut the door behind her.

Feeling at ease for the first time since Dalton had arrived, Harley lit up a cigarette and puffed on it slowly.

She thought about what Chris and Lauren had said. She knew they were right but she still didn’t want to get hurt. What if Dalton didn't feel the same way about her and she felt about him? Was she more than a one night stand to him? She wasn't sure. How would she know?

Harley sighed and put out the remainder of the cigarette.

“Things were so much easier when I was alone,” she said aloud.

“But it wasn’t as much fun either!”

Harley turned to see Lauren and Mireyah standing in her doorway. Lauren had on really short black shorts. Her light purple shirt was low cut with long very wide sleeves that flowed around Lauren’s arms. She had on low heeled sandals. Mireyah on the other hand had boots on with black knit pants. Her tunic style shirt hung down to her thighs with a vest on over it with a sloped collar.

“Well it’s a good thing I wasn’t naked!” Harley chuckled.

“Ooo, we’ll come back when you are then!” Lauren giggled.

Harley shook her head and made her way to the closet again.

“Pants or a skirt?” she asked. She heard the door shut behind her and the sound of the girls sitting down on the bed.

“Skirt,” they said in unison.

Harley pulled out a plaid pleated skirt and threw it on the bed. Then she added a black button down shirt to the pile.

“This is going to be fun!” Lauren squealed.

Harley chuckled as she got dressed. Using the large mirror on the dresser, she put her hair in two pig tail braids.

“Ooo, the school girl look. Dalton will love that I’m sure.” Mireyah winked.

“Yes, figured I’d tease him some more.”

“You have teased that poor man enough!”

“You can never tease too much,” Harley sais as she put on mascara and a dark red lipstick.

“Alright, boots or Mary Janes with stockings?”

“Boots.”

“Mary Janes.”

“Well you guys are a lot of help!”

“Mary Janes!” a voice said through the door.

“Come in Jesse! We’re decent!” Lauren laughed.

Jesse stepped into the room wearing jeans, cowboy boots, a blue button down shirt, and of course, the tan cowboy hat.

“You’ll fit right in dressed like that.” Harley smiled.

“Great. Seriously though, Mary Janes. The stockings would drive Dalton nuts.”

“Ah-ha! He’s on our side!”

Jesse flashed his charming smile. “I just don’t want to get kneed again,” he laughed.

Harley scoffed as she began to put on the thigh high stockings. She buckled on the heels then surveyed herself in the mirror.

“What ya think?”

“You is hot!” Lauren said.

“Fantastic. Just the look I was going for,” Harley chuckled. “Okay, let’s go.”

Jesse held his arm out for Lauren and she took it with a giggle. Harley was glad to see Lauren so happy. She knew how unhappy Lauren was when she had first arrived. Harley had been worried for her pink gummy bear but it seemed that things were getting better for her friend. She felt honored that Lauren wanted to live at the Mansion with her. It would be nice to have someone around all the time.

Of course, her thoughts went round to Dalton and how he was going to eventually leave. Harley quickly brushed it aside. She was going to take Chris’s advice and have as much fun as she could, while she had the chance.

******

Dalton waited in the parlor with Reece, Chris, and Tanner. He was seated in a spot where he could see Harley coming down the stairs. When he saw her, his breath caught in his throat.

“Something wrong Dalton?” Chris asked.

Harley and the others walked in and Chris smiled. Dalton still couldn’t breathe.

“Everyone ready to go?”

“I was hoping my gifts would have arrived before we left,” Harley said looking out the window. As if Harley had conjured it, a helicopter came into view in the distance.

“Ah-ha perfect timing.” Harley smiled.

“Gifts? For who?” Lauren said excitedly.

“For you, duh. I ordered them earlier today.”

“And they’re already here?” Mireyah gasped.

Harley walked out to meet the copter, the others following closely behind. Dalton was wondering what Harley was up to. As the copter neared the house, he realized there was a huge crate hanging underneath it. What could possibly be in a crate that large? It could hold a car and then some.

“What the hell Harley?”

Harley just smiled a wicked grin. The copter dropped the crate with a thud and a thick cloud of dust flew into the air. Harley scrambled to the top of the box to unhook it from the copter. Dalton wanted to know how she had done that without showing off her panties to everyone. Harley waved to the pilot and he left - just like that.

“Who are you?” Jesse asked in shock.

“What a silly question! I’m me, of course!” Harley laughed.

A large envelope and a crow bar were strapped to the side of the crate. Harley read the material in the envelope while the others stood around in shock and awe. Satisfied, Harley took the crowbar and pried the end off the crate. She was able to walk into the crate easily.

“Okay! First thing here,” Harley called from inside, “Oh! Will someone help me, and not Dalton or Chris! Their’s are not in boxes.” Jesse and Tanner stepped up to help.

Jesse and Tanner unloaded various sizes of smaller crates placing them at every one’s feet. Dalton wanted to know what his gift was, considering it was not it its own box.

Harley came out of the crate once everything was unloaded - Chris and Dalton were the only ones that did not have a smaller crate.

“Okay, open them up,” Harley smiled. She handed the crow bar to Lauren first.

Lauren nervously knelt down and pried the top off of the box. She moved around the straw a bit before she revealed a large envelope, two back packs, and two sleeping bags. Lauren quickly ripped open the envelope to find two airplane tickets and a few other tickets for various buses. There were also a few hotel reservations.

“Oh my God, Harley!” she said with tears in her eyes.

“I knew how much you wanted to go to South America, so I set up the whole trip for you. Every thing is paid, for you and a friend,” Harley smiled. “There is also a tour package in there for you to see the Aztec ruins.”

Mireyah picked up the crowbar from where Lauren had dropped it and pried the top off of her crate. Her crate contained a collection of petrified rocks and a large piece of petrified wood.

“Gods!”

“You told me a long time ago that you had a globe with petrified rocks in it and that you always wanted to open it up and play with them,” Harley giggled. “So I got you some you could play with.”

“This is the best present ever!” Lauren and Mireyah attacked Harley with hugs.

“Why would you do this?” Lauren sobbed.

“I have pretty much everything I’ve always wanted. I want my friends to have their dreams too.” Harley wiped a tear off her cheek. “Okay, who’s next?”

Reece knelt down and pried the top off of his crate. After moving the straw around he revealed an electric guitar.

“Oh wow,” he breathed.

“Mick Jagger played that actual guitar. And he signed it for you,” Harley said.

On the front of the guitar was a small note that said, “Reece, keep it rockin. Mick”

“How did you get him to sign this or even give up his own guitar?”

Harley smiled, “Like I said, I have all of my dreams. That includes meeting some of my favorite people.”

Jesse and Tanner couldn’t contain themselves and pried the tops of off their crates. Tanner’s contained a stack of sheet music. Hand written notes littered the page.

“Tanner, that sheet music is are some of the original copies, with notes from Ian Stewart.”

“Who’s that?” Lauren asked.

“The keyboardist from Rolling Stones,” Tanner whispered. “How did you get this? He died in 1985!”

Harley just smiled but didn’t answer.

Jesse pulled out an acoustic guitar from his crate.

“That’s from Brad Paisley,” Harley said. “He actually played that one and he signed it.”

On the front of the guitar, in large scribble was the stars name “Brad Paisley”

“This is so amazing…” Jesse whispered.

Harley softly clapped in glee. While everyone was in silent shock by their lavish gifts, Harley went back into the crate. Dalton was flabbergasted to hear a car start up. Harley drove out of the crate with a 1968 Camaro RS. Chris squealed in delight.

Harley got out of the car and tossed the keys to Chris.

“Really!? It’s for me! Oh my gosh!” Chris suddenly became sixteen and started jumping and screaming around the car.

Harley laughed. She walked over to Dalton and handed him his own set of keys.

“What?” he stuttered.

“Yours is still in the crate,” she smiled.

Dalton slowly made his way to the crate. His eyes began to adjust to the dimness inside and he heard Harley start counting.

“Three…two…one…”

“Are you fucking kidding me!?” he yelled as he finally saw the last item in the crate.

“Well! What the heck is it?”

Dalton unhooked the support straps and wheeled it out of the crate.

“Holy crap! Dalton, you gotta marry that girl!” Jesse exclaimed.

Dalton had his hands on a 1956 Harley Davidson KH, complete with a helmet hanging off the handlebars.

“That motorcycle is the same model that Elvis posed on for the cover of the May issue of Enthusiast in 1956,” Harley explained. “I couldn’t get the actual one that Elvis sat on for the picture,” Harley said sheepishly.

Dalton was actually a little emotional. No one had ever given him any thing so extravagant or something that was a part of history!

“The bike will stay here at the Mansion, but it’s yours, custom for you,” she said with a small smile.

“Harley, I don’t understand. This is amazing! Why?” He knew Harley was a giving type of person but he couldn't understand why she would be so extravegant with their gifts. Did she think that they wouldn't care for her if she didn't buy them things? Her words from earlier that day echoed in her mind and he wondered what had happened to her that made her seem so unsure of herself.

Harley looked down and toed the dirt. “Well this’ll give you a reason to come back some times.”

In a fluid motion, Dalton put the kickstand down, took two long strides, and planted a kiss on Harley’s lips. He tried to put all his feelings for her into that kiss - past, present, and future. He pulled away after a few moments to look at her.

“I don’t need a bike to come back here. This has been the best weekend of my life, because of you,” he whispered.

“About time you told her that!” Reece laughed.

Harley giggled nervously, “Well are we ready to go to town? George will bring all these things inside.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Jesse smiled.

Harley glared at him then turned to Lauren.

“Keys are on the wall in the garage.”

“Wait, what? You’re letting me drive?”

“Yea. I’m going with Dalton and I’m sure Reece will ride with Chris so the four of you should fit into the truck,” she smiled.

Lauren giggled in delight and led the others to the garage.

“Wheel the bike to the garage. I need to get my helmet,” she said to Dalton.

He followed behind her admiring her legs in the black stockings she had on. He had the urge to rip them off her but of course, he didn’t, afraid that she would run away again.

While the others piled into the truck, Dalton and Harley put on their helmets. Harley’s helmet had skulls and barbed wire painted on it while Daltons was a plain black.

“I would have had yours painted,” she said, “but I didn’t know what to put on it. I figured a naked picture of me would be too much.” She laughed.

“Perhaps,” Dalton chuckled.

He gracefully swung his leg over and straddled the bike. He kick started it, enjoying the roar of the engine.

“Beautiful isn’t it?” Harley yelled.

“Oh yeah,” Dalton smiled.

Harley used his shoulders to pull her self onto the bike. Her touch sent fire down his spine. She settled herself then casually wrapped her arms around his waist.

“I think I found the real reason why you bought this,” Dalton called over his shoulder. “Just an excuse to touch me.”

Harley laughed heartily and Dalton let the sound wash over him. “Let’s go, oh Black Knight.”

Dalton revved the bike with glee and took off down the tunnel. Lauren followed behind with the others in the truck, and Chris in her new Camaro completed the line.

As they exited the tunnel, Harley put her arms up in the air and let out a whoop. Dalton felt her thighs squeezing his hips and all he could think of was having her legs wrapped around him. He mentally shook himself and concentrated on the road.

The trip was long but Dalton didn’t want it to end. Harley’s arms around him made him feel something he couldn’t identify. He put the thought away to analyze later. He was out to have fun with Harley tonight.

Someone must have figured out the band was in town for as soon as Dalton turned off the bike a flock of screaming girls swarmed the bike, truck, and the Camaro.

Dalton grabbed Harley’s hand and tried to shove his way to the door of the club.

“How did they know? Wouldn’t they have flocked to the Mansion if they knew we were here?” Reece called over the crowd.

“Because they know I’d shoot them!” Harley screamed at the top of her lungs.

While the throng of girls didn’t dissipate, at least they got out of the groups personal space. They were practically shoved through the doors by the crowd and a huge man dressed in all black shut the door behind them. The man stood taller than Dalton and was wider than Dalton and Reece put together. His shirt was stretched to the limit, making Dalton think that at any moment it was going to rip off the man.

“Thanks Toby,” Harley breathed.

Toby responded with a simple nod then returned to his post right by the door.

“That guy is huge!” Lauren whispered.

“Yea, that’s Toby, the bouncer. He’s the only one because he doesn’t need any help,” Harley whispered back. “He also checks the ID’s.”

They took a few steps into the bar and took a look around. There was a single bar along the left wall and a small dance floor with stage to the right. The back had a lone pool table and a dart board. Dalton noticed two dance cages standing at the corners of the stage. There were lights and smoke machines in the ceiling and along the front of the stage. It was a simple place but they tried to make it like a bigger style club.

“See? Simple place. I just love it!” Harley smiled.

“Harley!!” a man from behind the bar exclaimed. He came around the bar and threw his arms around Harley and kissed her cheek.

“Hello, Sean. How are you doing?” she asked.

“Oh, fabulous as usual. Oh! Who are your friends?” Sean said, eyeing Jesse up and down.

Harley made the introductions with a smile.

“Lovely to meet all of you! Harley, as you can see this place is just dreadful! Could you pick things up a bit?” Sean asked.

Harley laughed. “Sure, I’d love to.”

“Fabulous!” Sean grabbed her hand and led her to the stage.

Dalton turned to Lauren, “What’s going on?”

Lauren shrugged. “I’ve never been here before either.”

Harley stood on stage while Sean messed with the DJ booth. She grabbed a microphone.

“I think she’s going to sing,” Lauren said in surprise.

The group found a table off to the side and sat down, staring at the stage. Harley smiled and waved at them.

“Ladies and gentlemen, once again, Harley Palmer - the Karaoke Queen!” Sean announced.

The music started and the crowd hushed. Apparently, Harley was a bit famous in this place.

Dalton watched mesmerized as Harley was able to get the energized by singing a few upbeat country songs. He didn’t know she even knew any country songs, much less could sing them with such talent. Her voice was really suited for that style of music. She looked at him just then and winked. He smiled back at her. Her voice washed over him and it was as if she was singing directly to him.

After the third song ended, the people in the bar cheered and clapped enthusiastically.

Sean made another announcement, “Okay people, Karaoke will continue on for another hour or two. Who’s up next?”

A few people went up to join the fun while Harley quietly left the stage to join her friends.

“That was awesome!” Lauren said.

“Thanks,” Harley said with a smile. “Well I wanted to grab something to eat at the restaurant across the street but with that mob outside…”

“Do they have a menu here?”

“Not really. They do have snacks like nachos and things, but no real food.”

“Maybe one of the girls could get us something and come back here?” Tanner suggested.

“I volunteer!” Lauren exclaimed.

“Me too!” Mireyah said.

The two girls took everyone’s orders and then, with Toby’s help, shoved their way out of the door.

Toby had been letting people in the door two or three at a time. All the girls had congregated close to the table where the band was sitting, but did not all out attack them.

“Is this what it’s always like for you guys?” Harley asked.

“Pretty much,” Dalton said, eyeing the crowd. “It can be a bit much sometimes, like now, but…” Dalton shrugged.

“This town is really good about allowing stars their privacy. The teen girls however aren’t so good with that.” Harley giggled. “This place is actually pretty well-known as a getaway for the rich and famous. Along different roads up the mountain, you’ll find get away houses and things of that nature. The people try really hard to keep it a small town though so, not a lot of neon or anything like that.”

“It’s great. I didn’t even know this place existed till we got here.”

Harley smiled, “Then the people here are doing a great job at keeping it a small town.”

Lauren and Mireyah returned with their food a few minutes later. The throng of girls outside were watching the group through the front windows.

“It’s freaky, really. Kind of sad. They look like kids looking in a toy store window.” Mireyah said.

Jesse suddenly planted a kiss on Lauren’s lips. A few of the girls outside, let out wails of protest. More than one seemed to have tears coming out of their eyes.

“Aww, don’t be so hard on them now Jesse,” Reece laughed. He wrapped his arm around Chris’s shoulders and gently kissed her temple. He whispered something in her ear. She smiled and whispered back.

The group ate their dinner as they chatted about small things and laughed at the Karaoke participants.

Finally, Sean announced that Karaoke was over and turned on the dance music. A few people lined up for a country line dance.

“Come on, let’s join in!” Jesse exclaimed.

“I don’t know how to line dance!” Mireyah yelled over the music.

Jesse looked at her in shock.

“I do!” Lauren said excitedly

“Come on guys, we’ll teach you,” Harley smiled at the others.

The group tried the line dance but eventually it was just Jesse, Laruen and Harley left on the dance floor.

Dalton watched with interest as Harley moved her body around the dance floor. Even though it was a simple line dance, her hips had an extra bit of swing to them. Her smile lit up the place and Dalton couldn’t stop staring.

“Hey Dalton, you got drool dripping off your chin buddy.” Reece laughed.

Dalton glared at his friend for a few seconds then returned to watching Harley dance. The song was over and Jesse, Lauren, and Harley returned to the table out of breath.

“You guys should have stayed out there with us!” Harley exclaimed.

“Just waiting for the right song.”

“Harley!” Sean said through the microphone. “The next one is for you - get in one of the cages babe!”

“No Sean! Not tonight!” Harley yelled back.

“You dance in the cages?” Dalton said with shock.

Harley blushed. “Well see, long time ago when I first moved here I was a big drinker and well…need I say more?” she laughed nervously. “So now that I don’t drink anymore, Sean still convinces me to dance a bit. Sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t. It’s not stripping so don’t worry,” Harley said to the girls more than the guys. “Just a bit….sexy I guess. And besides, I’m not doing it so, it’s no big deal.”

The crowd in the club didn’t agree as they started to try and convince her to get up on the stage. Even the women were cheering her on.

“Seriously! Not tonight!” Harley said. The crowd “aww’d” in disappointment.

“Come on Harley!” Sean said. “You know you want to!”

“I don’t think they are going to give up dude,” Lauren said.

“If I go up there, then you are too,” Harley smile mischievously.

“No way!”

“Chicken!” Harley called.

“Exactly right!” Lauren laughed.

Apparently Sean decided to give up for he went ahead and started the dance music. The rest of the crowd had filled the dance floor, giving up on Harley dancing too.

“Oh I love this song!” Mireyah exclaimed.

“So come on, let’s dance,” Harley smiled.

Harley, Mireyah, and Lauren made their way to the dance floor. Chris decided to stay in her seat for a different song, despite the coaxing from the other girls.

“I really like coming up here!” Jesse said over the music.

“Yea, we should come here for all our vacations!” Tanner added.

Reece nodded with a thoughtful look on his face, then kissed Chris on the temple again.

Dalton watched the two of them with a twang of jealousy. The car accident had made Dalton realize how empty his life really was. Sure, it was full of music, his passion, and there were always plenty of girls to keep him occupied, but suddenly that didn’t seem like enough. Only Harley occupied his thoughts the past few days and he didn’t know what to do about it. He was never good at relationships beyond the one night stands or weekend flings.

He watched Harley dance with Lauren and Mireyah. His mind drifted back to her question earlier ‘Have you respected any of the other women you’ve slept with?’ The answer was no, he didn’t. How could he? Those girls only wanted him for his fame and his money. Harley was different. She wanted something meaningful - heart and soul type of thing. She didn’t care about money or fame - heck she had enough of her own anyway. She had worked hard for it, instead of mooching off another persons hard work like the other girls in Dalton’s life.

He watched Harley’s hips swing to the music sandwiched between Lauren and Mireyah. She was a wild and free spirit just like him. The exception was, she had mastered balancing her wild side with her responsible side. How did she do it? Reece had mastered that same thing as well. How did they pull it off? Dalton’s wild side seemed to be in charge at all times without even a peep from his logical side.

His thoughts were interrupted as the song ended and the girls came bounding back to the table. Harley planted herself in his lap and he had to bite the inside of his cheek his libido in check.

“Having fun?” Harley asked.

“Yea,” Dalton responded.

“Come dance with us!” The girls said as the next song started.

Harley dragged Dalton out to the dance floor. Her body was pressed against his as her hips once again moved to the beat. It took every ounce of his will power to control himself as her hips bumped up against his in time with the music.

“You’re driving me nuts woman!” he said in her ear.

“Good, I’m glad,” she said back. She had an evil gleam in her eye and a mischievous smile curved her lips.

“You’re evil!” he laughed.

“Aren’t I good at it?”

Finally the song ended and Dalton prided himself for not letting his libido take control. The music slowed and Harley wrapped her arms around his neck. He naturally put his hands on her hips and swayed with her to the slow, love song.

Harley smiled up at him, then rested her head on his chest. He wrapped his arms tighter around her trying to get a handle on his feelings. What was he feeling exactly? He didn’t want to break her heart or hurt her in anyway. He wanted her so badly - and not just for a one night fling. She was intelligent, unpredictable, independent, and of course sexy as hell. His arms wrapped around her felt like the most natural and magical thing in the world.

He rested his chin on her head. Her hair smelled like lavender and the wind. He enjoyed the scent as the song continued. It ended too soon for him, as Harley stepped back and out of his arms. She looked up at him, then smiled.

“Want to get out of here?” he asked suddenly.

“Yes,” she replied without hesitation.

They made their way to the table where the others had settled again.

“Hey, we are going to go ahead and head home. I’m a bit tired from the excitement this morning,” Harley explained.

Everyone smile mischievously.

“Have fun!” Lauren said happily.

“Be safe!” Chris called. Dalton wondered in what way she meant that as he grabbed his helmet and followed Harley out the door. His skin tingled with anticipation. The throng of girls bombarded them as the two made their way to the bike. Harley giggled as she wrapped her arms around him again.

“What’s funny?”

“Their faces. They wish they were me,” she giggled again.

Dalton smiled and started the bike. They left the parking lot with a roar and Harley let out a whoop of joy. Dalton couldn’t drive fast enough and the trip back to the mansion was way too long.

When they arrived at the house, Dalton took her hand and led her upstairs. Not sure what room to go to, he stopped in the hallway.

She titled her head back to look at him, exposing her neck. He had the urge to bite her, but didn’t.

She giggled nervously and put her hand on her cheek. He noticed she was blushing a bit and smiled at her. She cleared her throat and stepped over to her bedroom door. She paused for a few seconds before opening it. Harley turned to look at him before she stepped into the room. He waited for an invitation. She left the door open and figured that was it.

He stepped into the room and leaned against the door frame. Dalton knew she was nervous so he didn’t want to rush into any thing. He would hate himself if he pushed her too hard because of his own feelings.

She turned on the small lamp on the dresser than turned to look at him. “Ya know that first night you were here and you came to my room, leaning against the door like you are now? I wanted you so badly. Took every ounce of control I had to say good-night,” she smiled.

“Really?” he said taking a few steps into the room.

“Yea, especially when you kissed the palm of my hand…” she nodded.

He grabbed her hand and brought it up to his lips. He laid a gentle kiss on her palm as she closed her eyes. “Like that?” he whispered.

She nodded.

“Are you going to say good-night to me now?” he asked softly. She shook her head.

Without releasing her hand, he brought his other up to cup her cheek. He gently pulled her close to him as he leaned down and gently pressed his lips to hers. Her lips were softer than anything he’d ever felt before. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her body pressed against his. He ran his hands down her back to her butt. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

He took a few steps to the bed and flopped down onto it, making sure not to crush Harley underneath him. He broke the kiss to look into her eyes, for some kind of sign that every thing was okay.

“I’m really nervous,” she whispered.

“Me, too,” he admitted. “You’re unlike any woman I’ve ever met. Not sure how to act around you sometimes.”

“I’m sorry. I’ve just been…” Harley sighed, trying to find the words.

“It’s okay. I understand,” he whispered.

She gave him a small smile then lifted her head. He met her half way and captured her lips with his. He intended to be gentle with her, but when she moved her hand under his shirt and lightly clawed at his back, he lost his control.

He deepened the kiss and held her head tightly in his hand. His other hand ran down her body feeling every curve of her. Dalton spread kisses and nips down her neck. She moved her head back to reveal more of her neck to him and he accepted the invite greedily.

He nipped at her nipple through her shirt and she let out a small cry. Dalton froze, afraid that he had hurt her or that she wanted him to stop. He quickly rolled over to his back without thinking just in case she wanted to get up.

She propped herself up on her elbow and looked down at him. She searched his face for an indication of what was wrong, but he was at a loss for words.

He was more nervous than he thought. He really didn’t want to hurt her but her questions kept running through his head. What will happen when he leaves with the band again? Would she wait for him to come back? Suddenly, her worries didn’t seem as outlandish as he first thought.

“I need a drink of water,” he whispered and quickly left the room.

*******
Harley sat on the bed wondering what she had done wrong. Intent on finding out, she followed him downstairs to the kitchen.

“What’s wrong?” she asked softly.

Dalton chugged down the glass of water then slammed it on the table.

“I don’t even know!” he exclaimed throwing his hands up in the air. “Somehow, I have become Reece!”

“What?” Harley giggled.

“I used to not have a worry in the world when it came to women! Just take ‘em to bed, have my fun, and be gone in the morning. Then you come along and change everything!”

“Sorry,” she said leaning against the counter.

“Now I don’t know what to do! Suddenly your worries seem founded, what will happen when I go back on the road?” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “God, I ache for you Harley but I don’t want to hurt you!”

Harley looked at him and wasn’t sure what to say in return. She had never seen him so emotional before. Even with the concussion messing with this head before, he wasn’t like this.

“Well I say, you stop thinking logically and let your emotions decide,” she said.

“And who gave you that advice before?” he asked.

“Chris, just before we left for the club,” she smiled.

Dalton nodded as if to say that figured.

“Now, stop being a baby and let’s go back upstairs,” she said firmly. She ended the sentence with a smack to his butt.

“Oh, I’m going to get you for that!”

“Bring it on big boy!” Harley ran for the stairs giggling in delight. He caught her before she made it to the front hall and threw her over his shoulder.

"Haha! I've got you my pretty!" he said with an evil laugh

Harley screamed in mock terror as Daltong carried her up the stairs. He dramatically kicked open the bedroom door and threw her onto the bed. Dalton leaped onto the bed, without crushing her and immediately kissed her lips.

No more gentleness, no more worries, just the two of them. The kiss was rough and demanding. Harley dove her fingers into his hair and pulled, making him gowl into her lips. Harley was desperate to be closer, so she reached between them to unbutton his shirt. Daltong leaned up and pulled the shirt over his head. In his own desperation, he tipped open her shirt, sending buttons flying everywhere. He unhooked the clasp of her bra and threw both iteams across the room. Harley sat up and unbutton his jeans while she spread ksises down his chest. Daltong stood and quickly shed his jeans and boxers. Harley was mesmerized by his body. He was like a Greek God with thistoned muscles, perfectly chisled from marble.

Dalton took her hands and pulled her to her feet. He pushed her skirt and panties down in one motion, but left the stockings on. He took a step back to look at her.

"God, you're beautiful," he breathed.

She giggled slightly and sat down on the bed. He stalked onto the bed until e was leaning over her. He gazed into her eyes as he moved into her. Her eyes fluttered closed and she raised her hips to meet him. A soft moan escaped her lips and she warpped her legs around hm. As if a damn broke inside Dalton, he lost control. His hips drove deep and fast, making Harley scream out in pleasure. She was on fire as the coil inside her tightened.

Dalton drank in her moans as he kissed her lips. She was right on the edge nd then she exploded as the coil of heat was released. She arched her back and dug her nails into his shoulders as wave after wave of pleasure shook her. Dalton's body shook and he groaned into her neck as he reached his own climax.

He collapsed on top of her taking large gulps of air. She held onto him tightly, stroking his hair.

Harley stared at the ceiling trying to get her breathing under control.

“That…was…amazing,” she gasped.

Dalton nodded into her chest. He spread light kisses over the tender flesh of her breasts. She let out a soft sigh. He lifted his head and gently kissed her lips. This time, he took his time, feeling every inch of her with his hands. Harley did the same in return, committing every part of him to her memory. Regardless of the future, she wanted to know and remember every inch of him.

Dalton lifted her to the stars again and again until the sun began to peak through the windows. They collapsed into a restful sleep, wrapped in each others arms.

Lauren looked out the window as Mireyah mentioned the crowd. She looked at the fans swarming the building. They were surreal to her, almost.
She turned, ignoring them. Wasn’t it enough that it was they who got Jesse, Dalton, and Reece most of the time?
It was then that Jesse bent and planted a kiss upon her, evoking a contented sigh from betwixt her lips. The groans and whines of protest sounded from the outside of the building as the display deflated their all-too-hopeful hearts.
Not today my dears, Lauren thought with a slight smirk, he’s mine. It was that statement that shook her down to her toes. Sure, they’d kissed before. And okay, maybe she realized their mutual infatuation with one another. But when has she laid her claim to him? She looked up and watched him smile at Reece who’d made some kind of joke, she assumed. It was in that moment that she realized how badly she wanted him to stay. She pushed it to the back of her mind, thinking she’d stew it over for a while and come to a solution.
Or just tie him up and put him in her closet so he couldn’t leave.
Whatever worked.

They all sat and ate, talking of small trivial things and of the secret karaoke queen. It was as she was about to stand up and go dance off her food that Lauren noticed a line dance forming. Jesse, of course, was the first one ready for the dance. And, of course, when Mireyah mentioned she didn’t know how, Jesse nearly fell over.
The sight was simply hilarious.
They got onto the floor and danced, but it was only Harley, Jesse, and Lauren who remained at the end of the song. They tried to teach Mireyah, and she soaked up a little of it, but eventually ran back to the table. Wuss! She thought with a smile.
When they got back to the table, Lauren was spacing out. She was in the midst of a blank mind when she heard Sean trying to Harley into a cage.
A CAGE?!
Snapping to attention, she laid eyes on the blushing Harley. Sean tried hard to persuade the blushing beauty into a cage but failed in the end. Another day, Lauren might have dragged her up there herself.
(But she’s a damn chicken.)
A song blasted through the speakers of the place, causing Mireyah to look up with a grin. Knowing she wanted to dance, Lauren and Harley stood and followed her out to the dance floor with echoing grins. They forgot about everything else, concentrating on the rhythm and the fun as they began to wind their hips to the music. They looked a mixed up sight, dancing in some kind of dance sandwich. Another dance song came on, causing the ladies to stay up and dance. Harley ran off momentarily to grab Dalton and pull him to the floor. She knew she was teasing that man, and Lauren knew she enjoyed it. It was fun while it lasted, but all too soon a slow song wound through the room.

The group sat and watched the play of emotions from Harley to Dalton and back again as they danced slowly. It was an obvious connection made in heaven, Lauren thought.
Everyone at the table had matching grins when the pair announced they were departing. Chris had a large smile on her lips as her eyes connected with Reece’s. Reece merely winked and pulled her closer. Mireyah cast Harley a wicked, impish look before turning her eyes on Tanner who already had his on her. Lauren watched Harley leave with Dalton, their looks of mutual surrender lifted Lauren’s spirits a little. A soft smile curved her lips.
They were so good for one another; they both had such fire. What an ironic twist that it would be their fiery spirits that would tame them.
She couldn’t stop a soft chuckle from escaping her lips.

“Just what are you giggling at?” came Jesse’s voice right before he slipped an arm around her waist.

She looked up at the relaxed cowboy, completely at home in his surroundings. The ever-present Stetson gave more, interesting shadows to his face. Though, his eyes were shining brightly from under it.

“Oh nothing.”

“Liar.”

“So?”

Jesse raised a brow at her. Holding her hand out to him, Lauren stood.

“Come dance with me?”

“I believe that’s my line, darlin’.” He replied as he took her hand anyway and walked her to the floor.

A soft ballad was playing as they got to the floor. Sliding her hands up to lock behind his neck, Lauren looked up at him with a very serious expression.

“We need to talk.”

Hooking his thumbs in the belt loops of her shorts, he pulled her closer.

“Oh?”

“Yes, oh. Look Jesse… I don’t want this momentary, hesitant flirting anymore. I don’t want a quick look and then we go our separate ways.” Lauren confided, trying to keep her voice strong and unwavering.

Jesse’s lips thinned, and she could tell he was misunderstanding her by the hurt in his eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I’ll leave you alone if that’s what you want.” He said softly, turning his eyes from her and letting go of her belt loops.

She grabbed his hands in hers and pulled them up between their chests.

“I don’t want you to leave me alone. That’s so far from what I want. I want more. I want to be yours. Do you understand that?” Her voice was beginning to falter as her emotion began to cloud it.

Realization began to set in, and his gorgeous smile formed again in full blast. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her flush up against him. Leaning down, he kissed the top of her head, then leaned back to look at her.

“Hell yes I understand. Why couldn’t you tell me that earlier? I’ve been watching myself, not knowing how you’d feel. Does this mean I have a girlfriend?”

Lauren laughed.

“Girlfriend is such a fourth grade word.” She snorted.

“Does that mean I get to chase you around the playground?” He grinned, reaching down to tug on her belt loops.

“I thought the chase was over!”

“You’re very wrong my dear.” He winked, leaning down to brush his lips over hers gently.

“So…” Lauren began, not knowing how to continue her question. After the last admission she was feeling a little drained. “how long are you guys going to be … uh,… staying?”

“I’m not sure yet, but bring that smile back. We’re not leaving right now. Smile for me, Lauren.”
He commanded with a little growl as she worried her lip between her teeth.

She shot him a smart ass, sarcastic smile and laughed a little.

“I know… I’m just curious. I mean, I just don’t want you guys to leave yet. It’s been so much… fun.” She smiled again, though this smile unfeigned. “Harley decided to let me stay here with her” she said out of nowhere.

Jesse smiled back at her. “That’s great, you’ll be happy there. You needed to leave, didn’t you?”

She nodded, “yes, I need a change. I need to start over.”

“I understand. We all have that point.”

Neither of them had realized the song had ended long ago, and they had remained in a loose embrace in the middle of the floor. Jesse led a blushing Lauren back to the table where their companions sat giggling.

“Okay, one of you dirty dogs COULD have said something!” She giggled, watching them break into laughter.

“You were having sooo much fun though!” Mire grinned back at her.

Lauren turned her eyes on Chris with a mock glare, aiming a glance at Reece and Tanner in the process.

“And what about YOU missy?” She tried for a serious expression but ended up with a smile.

“Don’t look at me!” Chris smiled.

Jesse sat beside her, putting and arm around her shoulders and drawing her near. The atmosphere drew her in comfortably, and she absorbed his strength while she kidded with her friends, both new and old.

Chris settled deeper against Reece’s side, absorbing his warmth and quiet strength. She savored the feeling of security his presence gave her. His confidence and easy-going manner drew her to him like nothing else. Life’s challenges had often made her feel insecure and downright frightened at times, until he came along. Like a rock in a fast-moving stream, he provided a steady anchor for her, and she gave him love and passion in return. She looked up at his handsome profile and smiled, her heart warming with thoughts of how lucky she felt at having him in her life. I couldn’t ask for a better match.

Thoughts of the others in their group drifted about her mind as well. Dalton and Harley finally appeared to have given in to their attraction to each other. About time, she mused. It broke my heart to see how hard they struggled with their feelings. She looked up and watched the other two couples for a moment. Lauren and Jesse seemed more at ease with each other now after a few turns on the dance floor. She’d seen them talking and glancing at the window of fans outside. After a few tense moments, their body language relaxed, so they must have come to some kind of understanding. It would be great if they matched up as well. One can only hope. She peeked at Mire and Tanner next. They seemed to have gotten over the earlier issues and their conversation came easier now. Good. Those two have a lot in common, so I hope they can enjoy each other’s company for a while at least. You never know. It might turn into something good. Interesting how everyone is pairing up.

A light touch on her cheek made her look up at Reece and he smiled, amusement twinkling in his eyes. “So thoughtful tonight, my sweet. Mind letting me in on the secret?”

She gave a soft chuckle, a flush of heat in her face. “Sorry. Yes, thinking too much about things again, like usual.”

He gave her a small, playful shove with his body, a wry smile on his features. “You mean worrying about things, don’t you?”

She looked down, her smile turning guilty. “Well, yes, you’re right of course.” She looked up, noticing how the dark lighting turned his eyes a beautiful shade of violet. “You know me too well by now.”

He leaned his head toward her until they touched noses. “And yet,” he said in a low voice, “I still love you.” He laughed and gave her a tender kiss before she could retaliate with a mock-angry comment. After a delicious few seconds, he drew back and looked into her eyes. A frown creased his brow. “Hmm. Still a little worry there.” He took a quick breath and stood, clasping her hands in his. “I can fix that. Come with me, sweetness.”

Chris stared up at him, trying to keep up with the sudden change. His kisses tended to blank her mind and heat up her body, making it hard to focus. “Where?”

He grinned at her confusion, gently pulling her to her feet. He swept an arm toward the dance floor. “Dance with me.”

Her lack of confidence kicked in hard and she pulled back a little, glancing at the many faces staring at them from the front window and the other tables. “Well, you know I’m not very good at dancing,” she said, feeling uncertain.

He surprised her by stepping close and sliding an arm around her shoulders. Dipping his mouth next to her ear, he purred, “Oh, I find that hard to believe. You’re very hot when you dance with me in another way, sweetness.”

She put an arm around his waist for support, trying to sound calm while steamy memories of their lovemaking shot fire through her system. “Is that right? Good to know.” His soft laugh lit up all her nerve endings, making her wish they weren’t in such a public place. Harley had given her a very fast, hot car. Maybe she should just grab Reece and make off with him.

He forestalled further thought as he pulled her out onto the dance floor, sliding his strong arms around her and swaying to the soft beat coming from the speakers nearby. Chris recognized one of her favorite love songs and sighed, wrapping her arms around his waist and laying her head against his chest. She normally felt very awkward on the dance floor, struggling not to look and feel foolish, but slow songs she could handle. Concentrating on the beautiful music drifting around them and feeling Reece so warm and strong enveloping her in his embrace, she let her worries fade as he intended. When he began murmuring the words to the song as they swayed back and forth, it felt like a little slice of heaven.

All too soon, the song ended and another faster paced one began. Her nervousness returned and she caught other female dancers giving Reece aggressive looks of invitation. A few even looked down their noses at her, distain showing in their eyes. Chris had never learned to handle this kind of social competition, and it still turned her stomach to worry Reece might enjoy the attention. She looked up at his face and felt some relief. A tall brunette danced a little too close to him, staring at him like he was her favorite dessert, and he stepped away, an expression of patient annoyance on his features. The worry began to fade when he pulled Chris back toward the table where their group sat in happy conversation.

Just as they cleared the dance floor, a female voice from the crowd rose in a stage whisper. “I wonder what he sees in her. He deserves someone much taller and better looking. She’s so short and stocky.”

Chris’s insides went cold and her eyes burned. She fought back the tears and lifted her chin. She should be used to comments like these by now, but they still stung. Being the girlfriend of a famous rock star definitely had some negative experiences along with the amazing ones. Taking her seat once more, she tried to put on a brave smile and shake off the awful comments.

Reece cupped her face with a warm hand, catching her attention with his gaze. His expression reflected a solemn mood. “To answer your unspoken question, yes, I heard them. And I want you to forget all about it.”

Tears threatened again. “You know I have a hard time doing that,” she said, keeping her voice low.

One corner of his mouth quirked upward. “I know. But just remember this. You’re the one who captured my heart.”

One tear spilled over, rolling down her cheek. “I love you, sweetness.”

He leaned forward, still cupping her face, and brushed her lips with the utmost tenderness. Pulling back, he smiled. “I love you, too.” He glanced around the bar and back to her. “Hey, want to blow this joint and have some real fun?”

Her spirits lifted immediately and she answered with a grin. “You bet I do. What did you have in mind?”

He wiggled his eyebrows. “Grab your new keys and follow me.” Rising from his seat, he addressed the others of their group. “I trust you all can get back to the mansion all right on your own? I need to take my lady on a little detour in town for a while. Please let Harley know we’ll be returning to the house later.”

Jesse nodded. “Sure, man. Have fun and be careful.”

“Later, dude,” Tanner said, giving them a wave.

Reece tucked Chris against his side and they made their way outside through the crowd of fans. He asked for her keys and let her in the passenger side of the Camero, waving at the screaming teens trying to attract his attention. Ducking into the driver’s seat, he buckled in and turned the ignition. The powerful motor started with a roar, and he rolled slowly out of the parking lot, careful not to hit anyone in the crowd, and punched the accelerator when he reached the street.

Chris looked at him with curiosity. “Where are we going? I mean, I’m really glad to be out of that place, but now you’ve got me wondering.”

“Ah, ah, it’s a secret, sweetness,” he answered, giving her a wink “With all those unexpected fans treating the bar like a zoo, staring at us and all, I figured it would be a good time to spring my surprise on you. Looks like I was right.”

“Definitely,” she agreed, blowing out a deep breath. “I know that kind of scene is part of being famous, but I just wasn’t in the mood for it tonight.”

“Exactly,” he agreed. “That’s why we left.”

“Coolness.” She looked out the window at the darkened scenery zipping by. They’d be out of town if he kept up this fast pace. “So, where are we going?”

“Ah, patience,” he answered with a smile, reaching over to give her leg a gentle squeeze. “First I want to burn off some tension seeing what this baby can do, and then I’ll give you your surprise, okay?”

“Oh, all right,” she growled, ruining the effect with a smile. She looked around at the car’s interior, admiring the mint-condition upholstery. The engine kept up a steady roar, eating up the pavement with ease. The vibrations coursed through the vehicle and into every cell of her body, exciting her nerve endings almost as much as being close to Reece. She glanced over at him, pleased with how well he looked in the driver’s seat. His big hands gripped the wheel in a relaxed, experienced way, putting her at ease. He seemed to like her new car as much as she did. “Harley was incredibly generous to give this car to me. I’ve always wanted one like it. I’m just blown away at her thoughtfulness and generosity.”

He nodded. “Yes, she’s very generous. I love the new guitar, too.” A small frown crossed his face. “I hope she didn’t give us the gifts to prove her friendship or anything. There are other ways to show a person how much you care.”

“Sometimes she’s just a little insecure about relationships, and tends to show people in extravagant ways like this that she cares about them. Like they say, it’s the thought that counts, not the gift.”

Reece shook his head, his mouth quirking in a smile. “Well, these are really well thought out gifts then.” He blew out a breath. “Still, I don’t need fancy things to accept someone’s friendship. The hospitality at the mansion is enough.”

“I agree,” said Chris. She wriggled in the comfortable seat, making the leather squeak. “But it is a really cool car.” She giggled and Reece joined her with a laugh. The lights from town receded behind them, and she gave him a questioning look. “So, are you going to let me know where we’re going? We just left town.”

“No worries, my sweet,” he answered in a reassuring tone. “I know where we’re going. Be patient, and I think you’ll be pleased.”

“Okay, but don’t make me wait too long,” she said, not so sure now. She liked surprises, but fear of the unknown sometimes made her nervous.

They drove for another mile or two, the engine a quiet roar under the hood. The woods on either side of the highway appeared dark and forbidding, except for the headlights shining on the closest branches. Reece turned off the main road and cruised along a side road, winding their way through the trees to an unknown destination. Butterflies jumped in Chris’s stomach, but she trusted the man sitting next to her. He really must have cooked up something special this time. I wonder what he’s up to.

The dark road suddenly opened up into a large clearing. A big log cabin lodge sat in the center, sprawling across the landscape with majestic splendor. Chris gasped in awe, taking in the two story structure with its huge windows, jutting dormers, and wrap-around porch. “My God, this place is incredible!” She exclaimed, gripping the door for support. She whipped around to look at Reece and back at the house again. “You know how much I love log cabins!”

“Just wait until you see the inside, my sweet,” he said, grinning. “Come on.”

They both got out and stood in front of the car, looking up at the lodge. Reece slid an arm around her shoulders and led her up the wooden steps, sliding a hand along the polished hand rail. Two huge double doors graced the entrance. Reece brought out a key from his pocket and unlocked one door, shoving it open.

Chris looked at him in surprise. “Did you buy this place?”

He shook his head with a smile. “No, just renting it for now. Why, would you like me to?”

“I don’t know yet, but I’ve always wanted one of these.” She gave his waist a squeeze. “Let’s go in and explore.”

“Oooo, I like the sound of that,” he purred, leaning down to nibble on her ear.

Heat surged through her body, mixing with the excitement of all the new experiences they’d had that night. Driving a vintage car, having fun at the club, the late night drive through the woods, and now this wonderful lodge. How could things get any better? She mused, turning to catch his mouth in a kiss. He wrapped her in his embrace, taking a moment to savor her lips. She melted against him, hugging him closer. For a few blissful moments, they enjoyed one another, tongues tangling, blood racing.

Reece pulled back first, giving a small laugh. “What do you say we take this party inside for a little more private action?”

Already breathing hard with excitement, she nodded with a grin. “Sounds great to me.”

“Besides,” he said, guiding her through the intricately carved door. “The lodge isn’t the only surprise on my list, sweetness.”

Reece flipped on a large chandelier hanging from the ceiling so they could see. Looking around the grand entry hall with huge wooden beams criss-crossing above, a beautiful stairway to the second floor, and a giant fireplace made of river rocks, Chris was at a loss for words, her mouth hanging open. She gulped and stared at him with wide eyes. “There’s more?”

“You bet,” he grinned, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. He shut and locked the door behind them. “I’m just getting started.”

“But, what brought about all these surprises?” She asked, gazing around in amazement. “I thought we had enough excitement at Harley’s mansion.”

He gathered her in his arms again, a mixture of desire and mystery simmering in his eyes. “Yes, her place is amazing, and we are supposed to be vacationing there, but I’ve had this side trip planned for some time. Don’t worry, we’ll go back in the morning and see how all our friends are doing after tonight.” Leaning down, he brushed his lips over hers, nibbling his way over to her ear and blowing warm air inside. Pleasant shivers lit up her senses. He drew back, smiling. “Now, come with me and let’s explore.”

A thrill of exhilaration surged through her blood, and she grinned, feeling like the luckiest woman on the planet. “Lead the way, sweetness.”

I should have known my escape was too good to be true. I rested my head against the steering wheel, silence drilling into my skull. Not even a half hour away from the mansion and the car craps out on me.

How much more messed up could this day get?

That thought flitted through my head at the same instant that my eyes landed on the pack of Marlboros tossed on the passengers seat.

For half a second, I hesitated. I’d always said I’d never smoke—I’d watched my dad struggle for years to quit. But damn, this stress was killing me and I didn’t have a sparring partner to take my emotions out on.

I grabbed the pack, dug around in the dashboard and found a lighter. I slipped out of the car and leaned against the door. I’d never smoked before, but living in an environment for eighteen plus years where a day without smoke was rare…I knew how to do it.

Lifting the cigarette to my lips, I opened the Zippo, cupping my hand around the flickering flame. I drew the nicotine in slowly, taking my time with it…I had no intention of choking.

I let the smoke drift out between my lips, misting the air around my face. I closed my eyes and felt a few of my muscles relax. Idly, I wondered how long it would be before Harley or somebody else noticed the missing car and came looking—

The smooth purr of an engine caught my attention. The car pulled up directly behind the useless hunk of metal I’d nicked from the garage. I watched Harley get out and storm towards me. Her eyes narrowed at me, focusing on the cigarette between my lips.

“Brigit Mireyah Wolfe! What the hell are you doing?”

“What?” I blinked at her as she reached up and plucked the cigarette out of my mouth.

“This is what!”

“Well, they were there and I’m really stressed out…”

“Dude, smoking is bad for you.” She said as she lifted the half-smoked cigarette to her own lips and puffed.

I quirked a brow at her and crossed my arms.

“Yea, exactly. I’m a good example of what not to do. Once you start, you can’t stop. So don’t start, missy!” She dropped it to the ground and smashed it with her boot before bending over to pick the remaining butt up.

“Come on, let’s go. I’ll call a tow truck to pick up the car.”

I bit my tongue and slipped into the car.

“So, you okay?” Harley asked.

“Not really. I feel so stupid!” I watched the landscape pass us by in a slow blur out the window.

“Don’t feel stupid. It was just a misunderstanding. I will say I was a bit shocked that you actually thought I would move in on your guy though.”

“That’s why I feel so stupid. I should’ve known better.” I sighed. “But Tanner seemed to speak so highly of you, and you said such nice things about him, and then I saw you in his arms in the pool and…” I tossed my hands in the air, helpless to explain the workings of my obviously malfunctioning brain.

“Why didn’t you just say so? I had to practically beat it out of you girl!” Harley chuckled.

I shrugged, uncomfortable. I usually didn’t have a problem sharing my thoughts…but I sucked at relationship crap.

“So did Dalton say anything to you about your, uh, admission?”

“Yea he did,” Harley sighed.

“Well, what did he say?” I glanced at her.

“He didn’t say much really,” she shrugged. “He did kiss me though,” she added, blushing.

“Oh? How was it?” I asked. I’d never admit it, but I had a slight addiction to gossip.

“It was…nice.”

I felt my brows crease. What the hell? She had that gorgeous piece of prime flesh at her mercy and it was “nice?” My bullshit-o-meter is going haywire.

“Just nice? Yea right.”

“What? You want me to tell you that despite my better judgment I felt like putty in his hands and I wanted to strip down and do him right there in the office?”

“You did?” That sounds much more like it.

She rolled her eyes as the car pulled into the tunnel that led to the garage.

“So when are you going to kiss Tanner?” Harley teased, grinning.

“Well ya know…when I feel like it,” I managed to get out. I buried the panic and stuck out my tongue at her.

“Ooo, I dare you to just walk right up to him when we get home and lay a big one on him!” She laughed.

I gasped.

“Scared?” Harley taunted. “I double dare you!” She squealed as she parked the car.

“What? You think I won’t do it?” Like I could possibly ignore a double-dare. No way, man. My honor wouldn’t let me do that.

“Nope. I think you’re too chicken. Bwak bwak!”

Oh that’s it…my pride reared its ugly head and I knew I was gonna do it. We walked into the house, Harley laughing her ass off behind me. Tanner was leaning against the banister in the front hall, looking for all the world as if he’d been waiting for us.

Harley’s laughter ringing in my ears, I stalked up to Tanner, slapped my hands on his cheeks and pulled him down to press my lips against his. I felt him stiffen in surprise before he started to kiss me back. I pushed him away the second I started to forget where I was.

I looked back at Harley, who had doubled over laughing, and said, “Happy now?”

She kept laughing, gasping for air when I felt strong arms wrap around my waist and haul me over broad shoulders. I shrieked. Tanner started to carry me up the stairs, one hand holding onto my legs, the other pressing against the small of my back.

“Excuse us for a few…hours,” I heard him say. I could hear the grin in his voice. What the hell does he think he’s doing?! my mind squealed.

“What? Wait a minute! Put me down!” I yelled, hitting his back with my fist. He just grunted and shifted me around on his shoulder.

I watched Harley lean back against the wall, still laughing.

“Go get her, caveman!” Dalton hollered after us.

Tanner turned, hit himself in the chest and grunted. I tried to wiggle my way off but his grip just tightened.

“Quit squirming, woman!” he laughed, slapping one hand against my ass.

I screamed, frustrated, but I stopped moving. Harley was on the floor laughing - and snorting.

Traitor!!

“Hey, hold on a second!” Jesse said, “Lauren and I were going to hit that dance place in town if ya’ll want to join us. So, uh, don’t take too long there Tanner.”

He turned, did something I couldn't see, tossed over his shoulder as I was, and then continued on his way up the stairs.

~*~

When he finally set me down, it wasn’t so much setting as tossing me onto a bed. I blew my hair out of my face and glared up at him. The jerk had the utter gall to be grinning at me.

“Tanner, what the fecking hell do you think—” I started to snap, but he reached down, grabbed my hand and tugged me up to my feet, bending his head to mine. Too shocked to move, I let him kiss me.

It was a brief kiss, barely more than a peck, but he kept doing it…then he started nipping at my lips with his teeth…and I lost the plot.

I had no idea how long I stood there, letting him brush those short, entirely too nice, kisses against my mouth. I know my hands somehow found their way up to his hair, tunneling through it. I know his arms had wrapped around my waist, holding me tight against him.

The feel of my heart pounding against my ribs was what started to bring me to my senses. I pulled away…he brought me back with another kiss…and I pulled away again, whimpering softly.

“Tanner…” I mumbled, pushing him back a bit. “What are you doing?”

He stared at me with blank eyes before shaking his head a bit and stepping away. I watched him as he took a couple deep breaths and ran a hand through his hair.

“I actually brought you up here to talk.”

“Talk? Uhm…I think you got a little sidetracked, dude,” I laughed. He shot me a dark look. I just shrugged and let myself fall back to sit on the bed.

“So? Talk.”

He started pacing the width of the room, his hands twitching every few seconds.

“There’s nothing between Harley and I except—”

“Friendship.”

His head shot up, eyes focused on me. I guess my calm, non-jealous tone had shocked him or something.

“Yeah, I know that you and Harley are just buds.” I shrugged. “Kind of hard to not get that feel when she smacked me in the face with the whole “lusting after Dalton” thing, y’know? I’m slow, Tanner, doesn’t mean I’m completely dense.” I rolled my eyes and crossed my legs.

“Oh. Well…listen, I didn’t mean to make you think that I thought Harley was better than you or anything,” he ventured. “I just…”

“You have no idea, do you?”

He blinked. “What do you mean?”

“You have no idea what was going on in your head. When you were praising glory to Harley and all that? You weren't thinking, just…reacting. Right?” I was only a quarter sure that I was right, but it made sense. I’d been doing the same thing. I hadn't been thinking when I saw Tanner with Harley, or when he’d been so animated while talking about her. I was just reacting.

His shoulders slumped, and he gave a low chuckle. “Yeah. That sounds about right.”

“So…”

He leaned against the wall and looked at me.

“What is it you want, Mireyah?” He asked, watching me.

I took a deep breath, looking away to stare at the floor. What did I want? I knew I was beyond attracted to him, I knew that I felt possessive and jealous of him, and that…I really wanted to be closer to him than I was. What, I wondered, did all of that sum up to?

“I’m…geez, Tanner, what do you think I want?”

“I think you need to decide what we’re going to do.”

“I loathe you.” I snapped at him. He grinned. “I suck at relationship slash non-relationship slash “pseudo no one knows the hell they’re doing relationships.” I refuse to pretend otherwise. Generally speaking, when I like someone I don’t make a secret of it. But damn, you get my tongue tied!”

I saw a glimmer of satisfaction in those hazel eyes.

“Oh quit that! Not that way, you perv!!” I pushed myself up and started to pace the room myself. I felt like a cornered animal—forced to examine things I’d been avoiding.

He reached out and nabbed my arm, pulling me to him again. I let my body press against his, let myself savor the feel of him.

“How about…we take it one day at a time?” He suggested.

“I’d agree with that if I had some kind of definition on what that means.” I gnashed my teeth at his full-bodied laugh. I liked the sound, but I didn’t like that it was at my expense. Men.

“It means that we spend time together, get to know each other.”

“So…like…” I hesitated. “Dating?” I winced. This guy was going to be the death of me.

“You could put it that way.” He whispered, lowering his head down so his lips brushed against my ear. “Are we gonna have any more communication problems?”

“Uhm…” I bit my lip. “Yeah, probably.”

His laugh was low and rough in my ear. Made me think of dirty things that brought a red-hot blush to my cheeks.

“Okay…one day at a time.” I nodded, and started to pull away. His hands tightened over my hips. I suppressed a moan at the pressure.

He bit the cartilage of my ear, and I melted.

“TANNER!!!!”

I closed my eyes, desperately hoping that I’d just had a hysterical moment and I had not just heard Dalton on the other side of the door.

“What do you want, Dalton?” Tanner yelled out, his head falling back against the wall. I rested my forehead on his chest, trying to steady my breathing.

“Get ready—we’re leaving for the club in fifteen minutes, man! Come on!” The heavy thud of his retreat was the end of our lovely little interlude.

I pulled away, looking everywhere but at him.

“I’m..I’m gonna go get ready. I’ll uhh…meet you downstairs,” I managed to say before making my own retreat to my bedroom.

Oh my god, what did I just start?

~*~

At the club

Line dancing was definitely not my thing. I figured we could all rest easy knowing I’d never try it again. The part of me that was the online-flirt was disappointed that Harley hadn’t gotten into the cages, but…I grinned. I was sure Dalton would be getting a private show later. The thought gave me a giggle.

Dancing had never been something I loved—despite my near-obsession with music.

But Lady Gaga’s Poker Face was a song that could get me on the dance floor. I’d never been able to explain what it was that did it, but every time I heard it, I had to dance. So when I heard the first few seconds of it, I perked up and let Harley and Lauren drag me to the floor.

We moved through the crowd, finding a tiny pocket of space and let the music overtake us. After a few seconds, I forgot that they were there…I let the beat move my hips and dictate where my body went.

I wanna roll with him a hard pair we will be
A little gambling is fun when you're with me I love it)
Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun
And baby when it's love if its not rough it isn't fun, fun
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got.

I looked up, straight into hazel eyes. I felt him watch me dance with Lauren and Harley, felt the heat rush over my skin like the sweet slide of satin…I raised my arms high and reveled in the hard beat of the music, savored the press of moving bodies around me…all the while keeping my eyes on his as I moved.

The song was over too soon, but it immediately slid into LoveGame, another that kept me moving, though to a different rhythm. Poker Face had more energy to it, a bouncing song that I liked, but this was grittier, down and dirty…

He watched, eyes narrowed. A single bead of sweat slipped down my cheek, my skin growing hot and tight over my bones.

I listened to the lyrics, waiting for my favorite part…and when it came, I mouthed them to him, staring at him with equal heat and equal need.

I can see you staring there from across the block
with a smile on your mouth and your hand on your (huh)
the story of us, it always starts the same
with a boy and a girl and a (huh) and a game.

His nostrils flared and his tongue darted out to lick his lips…

The song ended, and the intensity faded…

But damn, I just knew I wasn’t gonna sleep well tonight.

~*~

Harley and Dalton had left, Chris and Reece had split, and Jesse and Lauren were both kind of em-bubbled in their own little world...which, apparently, meant I was in the perfect position to be kidnapped by Tanner. Minutes after Chris and Reece left, Tanner grabbed my arm and dragged me away from the table while Jesse and Lauren just kind of...gazed at each other.

My inner child gagged at the sight, even if my ever-alive romance-loving chick sighed over it.

Being pulled away in full view of the drooling horde of teenage girls staring at the guy doing the pulling? Not so fun.

Being pushed against the wall by said guy and having him immediately press his lips against mine? Didn't get much more fun than that--okay, scratch that, it did but...getting arrested for public indecency wasn't on my agenda.

I moaned into his mouth and tried to get as close as I possibly could without ending up on the other side of him. As far as I was concerned, he could keep doing that thing with his teeth from now til eternity...his hands wandered and little electrical storms started popping under my skin.

"Tanner..." I whimpered a little, letting my head fall back as he dragged his lips down my neck.

Very, very far back in the still-rational and completely-unaffected-by-what-he-was-doing part of my brain, I recognized that he was going into the drive-Mireyah-absolutely-crazy-zone and once he was there...well, here was probably not a good place to go there.

And that part of my brain seized control of my hands briefly, raising them up to his shoulders--no doubt to push him away--but then he sucked, lightly, on the curve where neck met shoulder...and rationale died.

Every bone in my body went on melt-down, every brain cell shuddered in absolute pleasure, and my leg muscles went on vacation.

I was vaguely aware of my mouth opening, and the sound of my gasp in the relative silence of the hallway.

He pulled back a little, his breath whispering over the damp flesh of my neck. I shivered.

I forced my eyes open, made myself looked into his...

Two seconds makes all the difference, I've learned. If that drunk hadn't rammed into us on his way to the bathroom, tossing us both to the ground...I'd have said words that I would not have been able to take back.

As it was, as we made our way back to the table, gathered our things and followed Jesse and Lauren back to the car...the thought that I'd almost told Tanner something I'd only ever told family scraped against the inside of my brain.

I'd nearly said I loved him.

In the darkness of the car, I glanced at his profile...

Oh I was so screwed.

.

At The Club

She couldn’t believe he was here, in her hometown! Dalton Moore, the hottest man in history had finally come to find her! The downside - he pulled into the club, with her.

Kelly was disgusted! How could he go for her? She was so much better than Harley Palmer. She had to get Dalton to notice her, but how?

Toby the bouncer was only letting a few people in at a time. Kelly shoved her way to the front and was luckily one of the first few girls allowed in after the band had arrived. I could show him my singing skills! she thought happily. It was karaoke night after all.

Kelly was about to walk up to the stage when Sean called Harley up instead. Rage boiled inside Kelly. Harley’s not so great, she thought. I can sing better. If only Dalton could here me! He would surely fall for me and not her!

Harley kept the microphone for three songs in a row. Finally, Harley stepped down from the stage. Kelly beat the others up the steps and grabbed the mic. Now, he’ll have to notice me. Kelly sang her heart out for Dalton, but he never noticed. He was entranced by that girl!

What made her so special? Kelly watched the group from a distance. She was dressed horribly. Who really wears stuff like that in public? Kelly was dressed much better in her opinion. Tight fitting blue jeans that really showed off the curve of her hips, a black Dark Horizons t-shirt, of course. She even ripped holes in the shirt to match one of the shirts Dalton wore on stage. Her brown hair was bouncy and full of life, flowing down her shoulders. Wouldn’t he notice this more?

Well no, he wouldn’t. Not with Harley showing off so much skin. Leaves nothing to the imagination, Kelly thought. Whore.

She watched in disgust as Harley danced with Dalton. Dancing, ha! Slut. The two returned to the table where their friends were sitting and then walked out the door.

Kelly was heart broken. He didn’t notice her at all. How could he miss her? She was beautiful and wearing his shirt - sort of. Kelly snuck out of the club, intent on following them. They hopped on the bike. She saw Harley whisper into Dalton’s ear. He laughed about something then revved up the bike. Oh how she wanted to be able to make him laugh like that!

That is supposed to be me! Kelly thought angrily. After all this time he was finally here, within her reach. She was not going to let him get away, Harley or not. Kelly was going to get her man.

She hopped in her car and brought the engine to life. They were long down the road by now, but Kelly knew where Harley’s mansion was at the top of the mountain.

She drove as fast as she could, swerving around corners and narrowly missed hitting a few trees and guard rails. Her heart raced inside her chest. She was going to have her man, one way or another - she didn’t really care how. Dalton was going to be hers no matter what.

Kelly parked down the road a bit from Harley’s place and walked the rest of the way in. When she approached the house, she saw that most of the lights were off, except the kitchen. She slowly made her way to the window.

Dalton was drinking for a glass and Harley entered the room. The window over the table was open just enough for Kelly to hear the conversation.

“What’s wrong?” Harley asked softly. You’re what’s wrong.

Dalton chugged down the glass of water then slammed it on the table.

“I don’t even know!” he exclaimed throwing his hands up in the air. “Somehow, I have become Reece!”

“What?” Harley giggled. What an awful sound!

“I used to not have a worry in the world when it came to women! Just take ‘em to bed, have my fun, and be gone in the morning. Then you come along and change everything!” I could change everything for you Dalton, if you’d only know.

“Sorry,” she said leaning against the counter. Yea, you should be sorry.

“Now I don’t know what to do! Suddenly your worries seem founded, what will happen when I go back on the road?” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “God, I ache for you Harley but I don’t want to hurt you!”

Those words hit Kelly hard. Tears welled up in her eyes and rage burned in her soul. He should be say those words to her, not the dreadful Harley.

“Well I say, you stop thinking logically and let your emotions decide,” she said.

“And who gave you that advice before?” he asked.

“Chris, just before we left for the club,” she smiled.

Dalton nodded once.

“Now, stop being a baby and let’s go back upstairs,” she said firmly. She ended the sentence with a smack to his butt. How dare she!

“Oh, I’m going to get you for that!”

“Bring it on big boy!” Harley laughed and ran from the room. Dalton chased after her with a growl.

Kelly sprinted around the house to the front in time to see them disappear up stairs. Kelly looked around and quickly climbed a tree. When she couldn’t see anything, she climbed down and scampered up another tree at the back of the house. The only window with a light on, was the one that Dalton burst into, with Harley over his shoulder.

Kelly watched as he threw her onto the bed and kissed her. A tear escaped the girl’s eyes as she watched Harley ravish her man. The rage inside her finally heated to a boiling point. Unable to watch any more of the sickening sight, she slowly climbed down the tree.

Once she was back on the ground again, she looked back up to the window. “You were supposed to be mine,” she softly said aloud. “And you still will be,” she said firmly.

Her anger boiled over as she went back around to the front of the house. She tried the front door and found it unlocked. See? She’s too stupid for you Dalton.

Once inside the house, she went into the library and began ripping books off the shelves. With tears rolling down her face, she tore pages from the books, tossed others across the room, and knocked over chairs and tables. She was out of breath from the exertion as paper flitted about the air.

Feeling good about destroying something of Harley’s, she decided to destroy more. She had to destroy Harley entirely. That girl had to go. Then Kelly could step in and take her rightful place in Dalton’s arms.

She made her way into the office and found Harley’s computer. Kelly smiled and sat down. She booted up the computer and began to delete all of Harley’s files. She giggled with glee then brought up the MS-DOS prompt command window. She typed in the code to delete the entire hard drive. Harley wouldn’t even be able to turn on the computer the next day, as even the operating system was gone.

Kelly froze when she heard voices laughing in the front hall. The others had returned home. She was certain she had been caught. Her heart pounded against her rib cage, her breathing came in short gasps.

“I’m going to go the library. Read something before I head to bed,” she heard someone say.

“Oh Mireyah, let’s just go to bed. It’s late,” another girl said.

“Oh, alright.” Kelly listened intently as the voices faded away. She assumed they went upstairs. She waited a few more moments before deciding she was safe. Kelly turned off the computer with a smile of satisfaction. Let’s see you stay rich now.

Kelly smiled in satisfaction as she made her to other parts of the house, avoiding the upstairs of course. She found the garage and laughed in glee. Harley’s cars sat in a nice neat row. Kelly picked up a crowbar off a work bench and began swinging away. When the first window shattered into a million pieces, she stilled, afraid that someone would hear the noise. Convinced that no one did, she hit the next window, then another and another. She dented the hoods, doors, and the roofs. She laughed maniacally as she picked up a knife and slashed all the tires.

A tarp in the corner caught her eye and she pulled it off in a rush.

“Oh yea,” she said with a wicked smile.

Two bikes stood there, shiny and polished. Kelly laughed while she shredded the tires with the knife. She gathered the crowbar again and swung with all her might at the frame, gas tank, and engine of the bikes.

When both were in shambles and pieces all over the floor, Kelly took a deep breath. She was practically foaming at the mouth and she wiped her chin on her sleeve.

She figured it was a bad idea to stay in the house much longer that night, but she had other plans. She made her way to one of two buildings that stood at the back of the house. The first one she went to was apparently a tool shed full of gardening supplies. Kelly made light work of destroying the place by shattering pots and flinging dirt every where. She really wanted to go outside and pull up the entire garden, but thought that would be too obvious. She wanted Harley to wake up and not notice for a little while, make it more of a shock to the girl.

Kelly left the tool shed, remembering to shut the door. The other building drew her in as if it had a bulls eye on it. She opened one of the double doors and peeked inside.

“She’s a witch!” Kelly squeaked, seeing the pentagram on the back wall.

Kelly was suddenly filled with fear. What would Harley do to her? Put an ugly spell on her? Turn her into something unnatural? No, don’t be stupid. Harley couldn’t possibly know it was you. You’re too clever.

Kelly decided the building was a good place to sleep for the night. She could do more damage in the morning when she could hopefully get into the house without being suspected. Maybe I’ll burn down this devil worshipping building in the morning, she thought. That’ll really get her.

Kelly gathered a few of the pillows and lay down. She spent her night dreaming of Dalton and planning what else she could do to bring Harley down. She only slept for a few minutes at a time until finally the sun started to peak through the large windows.

Today is the day, that Dalton will be mine.

************

A limo dropped Morgan off in front of the mansion early in the morning. She gracefully stepped out of the car and took off her sunglasses. She smiled slightly up at the large house while the driver unloaded her bags from the trunk. It was so nice to be able to call the limo guy to pick her up at the airport. So much better than taking a cab, that was for sure.

It had been a long while since Morgan had been up this way. She had decided to show up unannounced to surprise her older sister. The driver set her two pink suitcases down at her feet and with a small salute got back into the driver’s seat and pulled away.

Morgan turned her head sharply to the right when she thought she saw something from the corner of her eye. She scanned the tree line but saw nothing. Probably a deer.

Morgan doubted Harley was up this early so she searched for the spare key that her sister hid around the door. She would hate to wake her sister up if she didn’t have to.

Morgan smiled in satisfaction when she found it and slid the key into the lock. She turned the key but realized the door was already open. That’s odd, she thought.

She pushed open the door and stepped inside. She looked around the front hall with a worried look on her face. Harley never left the front door unlocked like that. Morgan took a deep breath and started to head toward the stairs. She could at least put her stuff away and then wake up Harley.

She dropped her bag when someone grabbed her arm. On instinct she swung around with her other hand. She hit whoever it was in the head and they released her with a grunt. Morgan ran to the stairs and glanced behind her as she flew up the stairway.

It was a man. She thought she recognized him but couldn’t place from where. A knot of fear clutched her breast. All she knew was that a strange man was in her sister’s house. Morgan raced up the rest of the stairs with the man quick on her heels. I have to get to Harley’s room, she thought.

The man reached out and tried to grab her before she reached the top of the stairs. She screamed and rounded the corner. She heard other doors open and people shouting in confusion as she reached for Harley’s door.

*********

Dalton woke up with his arm lazily tossed around Harley’s waist. She snuggled back into him. He groaned in response and tightened his grip on her.

“Good morning,” he mumbled sleepily.

“Morning,” she mumbled back.

Dalton lazily spread kisses across her shoulders. Goosebumps rose on her skin and she shivered a bit. Dalton chuckled behind her.

“What’s so funny?” she mused.

“Your reaction to my touch, I just love it,” he smiled.

“You have the same reaction when I touch you ya know,”

“I do?” he said with mock surprise.

Harley rolled over to face him. She lightly ran her finger tips across his shoulder and down his arm. Goosebumps rose on his skin where she touched him.

“See?” she whispered.

“Can’t help it. You’re just so sexy,” he growled.

“Ooo, really?”

“Oh yea, I can’t resist you,” he said then planted a kiss on her lips. She giggled as he kissed her then pushed him away when she heard a scream.

The door burst open and two people crashed into the room. Harley screamed and rolled out of the bed, taking the sheet with her. Dalton rolled the other way hitting the floor with a thud.

“What the fuck!?” Harley screamed.

“There is a strange man/woman in your house!!” Reece and Morgan screamed at the same time.

Harley stood up with the sheet wrapped around her, and glared at both intruders. Lauren, Jesse, Mireyah, and Tanner piled into the room as well, looking as if they were ready for a fight.

“Reece, this is my sister, Morgan. Sis, this is Reece. He is a guest.” Dalton stood up with only his boxers on. “And this is, Dalton,” Harley said with a blush.

“Oh,” Morgan giggled with a pink tinge to her cheeks. “Sorry. I, uh…”

“Now will you both leave so I can get dressed?” Harley said, annoyed.

“Chris is missing!” Reece exclaimed, exasperated.

“What?” Everyone said in unison.

“Yea, I surprised her with a cabin in the woods. Some fans from the club showed up and we ran. We got separated somehow. I’ve been searching for her for a long while. I can’t find her. She’s not here is she?” Reece didn’t wait for an answer. He turned and stalked down the hall to his room.

“I’m sorry for waking you up. I thought that, uh, something was wrong.” Morgan said.

“It’s fine. You didn’t know. Can I please get dressed? Then we’ll go looking for Chris.”

The group left the room. Harley shut the door and turned around to Dalton.

“Well, that was a way to wake up,” he smiled.

“Yea, nothing like having your sister bust in on you naked with a guy.”

Harley quickly dressed while Dalton went across the hall to his room to get his things. As if everyone had dressed at the same time, they all met in the hallways and then made their way downstairs where Morgan and Reece were waiting.

“Come on, we’ll talk in the parlor. Sis, will you get my cell phone from the office please?”

Morgan nodded and made her way into the library, while the others stood in the parlor.

“Harley!” Morgan called.

“What?” Harley walked to the library door and gasped in shock at the sight. Everything was torn apart. “When did this happen?” she whispered.

“Dude, I was going to go in there last night when we came home!” Mireyah exclaimed, her face a bit pale. “The person could have been in there at that moment!” she whispered.

Morgan continued into the office. “This place is just as bad,” she called.

Harley felt violated. A stranger had been in her house. What if they were still there? She felt the beginnings of a panic attack coming on. She took a few deep breaths but knew that none of her breathing exercises were going to prevent it.

“Uh, Morgan, you know, uh, I mean, you have my phone right?”

“Yea, here.” Morgan had a look of concern on her face as she looked at her sister.

Harley took the phone and punched in Chris’s cell phone number. Her panic grew as the call went straight to voice mail. She hung up the phone and stuck out her arm to brace herself against the doorway of the office.

“Okay, uh, let’s, uh, split up…stay in pairs...I, uh,” Harley began to gasp for breath. This one was going to be bad, she could tell.

“What’s wrong?” Dalton asked concern in his voice.

“She’s having a panic attack,” Morgan explained. “How can we help?” As her sister, Morgan knew that Harley had panic attacks. She still had a look of concern on her face, knowing that there wasn’t much the others could do to help.

“Get George and Robert,” Harley wheezed.

“What about Chris!?” Reece exclaimed, worry and anger etched into his features.

“Dalton can go get George and the rest of us will search for Chris, okay?” Lauren said, putting a comforting hand on Reece’s shoulder. Harley could tell she was trying to be calm but she picked up on the worry in her friend’s voice.

Dalton didn’t wait for Reece to agree. He shoved his way out of the room to find George and the doctor. Morgan ran to get Harley a class of water, while the others split up in pairs to search for Chris.

Harley sat down on the floor with her back against the wall. Tears poured down her face as she tried to breath. Chris was missing and she was unable to help. She hated herself.

She was mortified that someone had been in her house. Could they still be there? Had they destroyed anything else? Why didn’t Harley hear them last night? Were they there before they got back home?

Where was Chris? Anything could have happened to her out there in the woods. There were wild animals, rough terrain, slippery rocks, not to mention the fans that might be chasing her.

Morgan returned with the glass of water. Harley gripped the glass with both hands and took a small sip. Dalton returned with George, who had a small box in his hands.

“It’s okay, Miss Harley,” George said gently. The old man knelt down and opened the box. He pulled out a brown paper bag. “Here, try this first.”

Harley grabbed the bag and tried to breathe deeply into it. Her breath still came out in short harsh gasps. She shook her head desperately and handed the bag back to George. Dalton paced the parlor, his face etched with worry. Morgan was behind Harley, gently rubbing her back.

“Mister Dalton, you need to sit down. You’re not making it better for her,” George said.

Dalton sat down and leaned against his knees.

George pulled out a small inhaler and handed it to Harley. Harley took a puff off it and tried to hold her breath for a few seconds. She took another puff from the inhaler before handing it back. George also took out a small bottle of pills and shook out one from the bottle.

“I can’t…take that…” Harley gasped. She was started to feel a bit dizzy but she forced her self to focus on the old man.

“You have to Miss Harley,” George said with firm gentleness.

Harley shook her head wildly. “I have…to…find…Chris…I just…need…to calm…down. The pills…will knock…me out.”

“Miss Harley please,” George begged.

Dalton crawled over to them and held Harley’s face in his hands. He forced her to look at him.

“Harley, listen to me. I won’t let anything happen to you, your sister, or anyone else. You are perfectly safe with me. Now just breathe.” Dalton pulled Harley against him. “Feel me breathe. Breathe in, breathe out. You’re perfectly safe,” he chanted.

A few tense minutes ticked by as Dalton continued the chant to Harley. Slowly but surely, she began to calm down. Her breathing evened out and the horrible gasping faded.

It was short lived however for Lauren burst into the house screaming, “The Ritual House is on fire!!!!”

“What!?”

Everyone ran out of the house. The others were already standing there, looking at the blazing building in shock. Jesse and Tanner worked on digging a ditch around the ritual house to keep the fire from spreading.

“The tool shed is torn to shreds also,” Mireyah whispered.

“Why would someone do this to me? I don’t understand,” Harley collapsed into the dirt, once again gasping for air. “We have…to call…the Ranger Station…find Chris…get the cars.”

Dalton picked her up out of the dirt and carried her back into the house. Jesse and Tanner continued to work with the ditch, while the others came into the house. Lauren and Morgan went to the garage to pull the truck out but returned while Harley was trying to tune in the radio. Dalton stood behind her and rubbed her back, talking softly to her in an attempt to calm her down.

“The cars are all smashed up. And the uh, Harley your bikes were beaten to pieces,” Morgan said, with a frown on her face.

Harley let out a choking sound but turned back to the radio.

“Palmer Mansion…to Ranger Station…over.” Her hands were shaking and her voice wavered but she continued to search for the right bandwidth. “Palmer Mansion…to Ranger Station…over.”

“Ranger Station to Palmer Mansion, go ahead, over,” a voice came back.

“Palmer Mansion…reporting a missing person….and a fire on the property…”