Page 55 of Everything You Want Me to Be

“Answer the question, Hattie. What are you doing here?”

“I told you already. I’m doing some homework.”

“No, you should be doing homework in your house or at school or the library.”

“The library’s closed.”

“In a warm, well-lit room.” I bit out each word, ignoring her attempts at cute quips. “Not in a condemned, unheated building in the middle of the winter.”

Setting the book aside, she stood up and faced me earnestly, pushing the hood back on the quilted blue jacket that made her look about five years old. “Come on, it’s like forty degrees. We could have a pool party.”

She laughed, and then added, “I was waiting for you.”

“How did you know I’d be running out here?”

“I didn’t, but I thought you might come. After what I told you.”

“And if I didn’t? Would you just sit out here freezing every night waiting for someone to stumble on you?” I stalked toward her.

“Who would be out here?”

“Anyone! God, Hattie. Don’t you think?”

“I think you’re overreacting.” She was starting to get irritated. Good.

“You could be raped or mugged.”

“Morbid much?”

“No one would hear you scream.” I stood on the edge of her ridiculous picnic setup, looming over her.

“This isn’t Minneapolis, Peter. In case you hadn’t noticed. This is Pine Valley, where nothing bad ever happens except maybe drought. And see? I’ve got some water right here.”

She was trying to lighten the mood again. Screw that.

“Why are you dating him?”

“Tommy?” She instantly brightened, like I’d asked the question she’d been hoping for. “What do you think? Is he a good choice?”

“Tell me you like that moron. Tell me you’re not using him to get closer to me.”

“I look at it as more of a public service. Everyone’s happy. You have no idea.” She looked infinitely pleased with herself and it sent me over the edge.

“Why?” I grabbed her arms and shook her over the top of the lantern, throwing her shadow violently across the walls and ceiling. The force of it wiped the pleasure off her face. She understood I wasn’t playing her little game.

I shook her again, pulling her up and bruising her arms. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because I love you.” Her eyes were wide and dark in the lantern shadows. Her voice broke a little and I realized how close we were: one furious, aching breath apart.

Instantly I dropped her and turned away, fighting for control.

“It’s a crush. An infatuation.” I wiped the cooled sweat from my forehead and tried to put some distance between us.

“No one will suspect, Peter.” She was right behind me.

“Stop this.”

“No one will know I’m yours.”