Or maybe the lack of sting was because he looked at her, really looked at her, as if she were a person worthy of his time and attention. And even though he’d shouted, he hadn’t called her names.
For that reason, she’d abandoned her revenge plans for him. So he’d kissed her and rejected her. Wasn’t a punch to that gorgeous mouth enough?
But again … why did she feel this way about him?
Sure, he was like no one she’d ever met before and he didn’t care about making nice. He treated everyone with the same sense of cold detachment—except Noelle. With her, he barked orders and assumed she’d just comply. When he didn’t get it, he physically forced the issue.
Sometimes he joked around with the other agents, and he was relaxed, casual. Yet still he radiated all kinds of ferocity, as if he couldn’t quite lower his guard all the way. With anyone.
What would it take to relax him absolutely? What would he be like that way?
She’d never know, she was sure. Because … oh, God … she was going to talk to him and at last douse the chemistry sparking between them. Or at least, on her end. One conversation, and she could finally stop (not) thinking about him. She just knew it. He’d snarl, of course, and she’d remember how grumpy he was. He’d tell her he wasn’t interested, and she’d remember she wasn’t into proving herself.
She tiptoed to Ava’s bunk and sat at the edge of the mattress. “Ava,” she whispered. No lights were shining over the bunk, no moonlight washing over the bed, but Noelle had been awake for the past hour and her eyes had long since adjusted to the darkness. “You up?”
“No,” her friend whispered back, voice scratchy from slumber.
“Oh, good. Quick question. Let’s say, hypothetically, that I snuck out.” Walking over to the instructors’ cabin wasn’t a crime. For all they knew, she’d spotted something suspicious. But a girl never knew what the agents would decide to complain about.
Can’t get a third strike. She did, and she doubted she’d be allowed to stay.
And now … now she really wanted to stay.
She finally understood what all the fuss was about. She was good at this.
Challenged. Intrigued. She thrived where others failed. And, if given a chance, she could make a difference in the world; she could save lives, destroy killers.
Having a goal was nice, and something she hadn’t known she’d needed. But every day she felt a little more centered, a little more driven.
“Would you cover for me?” she asked, already knowing the answer. “I don’t want any of the other trainees to know what I’m doing.”
A big yawn, a total body stretch. “Did you get slapped upside the head today? Of course I’ll cover for you.”
“You’re the best!”
“Do you need backup?”
“Nope.” She had to do this on her own. She eased to a stand, the stupid mattress creaking.
Ava sat up, satin curls falling all around her face. “So where are you going?”
She couldn’t lie to her friend. She wouldn’t. “To see Hector Dean. He just arrived. I want to … talk to him.” And a whole lot more, but she wouldn’t do more, even if he begged. Definitely.
Maybe.
“You going to kill him?” Ava asked.
“Nah. I’ve decided to play nice.”
Noelle had only been with two men. The first, a mistake in high school. The next day, the slimy bastard had told everyone at school how he’d popped her cherry. Within hours, she’d become a raging slut.
Of course, Ava had then popped his cherry red sports car into his parents’ living room wall. Noelle still got all weepy when she remembered. Such a heroic gesture. A gesture that had marked Ava’s very first arrest.
They’d celebrated by stealing very expensive champagne, and that had marked Noelle’s.
The second guy, Corban, she’d chosen more carefully. Or so she’d thought. Even though he was an otherworlder, he’d come from a wealthy background. And even though he’d come from a wealthy background, he’d proven himself to be a warrior at heart. He hadn’t chosen law enforcement or anything like that, but professional football.
They’d met at a cocktail party, and he’d come on strong. At first, he’d made her feel pretty. Special and accepted. When they began dating officially, however, that’s when the criticism had started.
A girlfriend of his would never.… fill in the blank.
A girlfriend of his had to … fill in the blank.
Men were complications. Men were hassles. And though Noelle wanted to open herself up and take a chance—in theory—she hadn’t yet.
Since the break-up, she had dated other guys. A lot of other guys. Always within the first hour, she found a thousand things wrong, and declined all invitations to go for a second round.
Strangely, she’d found a thousand things wrong with Hector, but she still wanted to see him. Again and again. Preferably naked.
“Noelle, you little hussy,” Ava whispered. “Are you still with me?”
She shook herself back into the present. “Now I am, my darling—wait, do you prefer little person, vertically challenged, or pocket rocket?”
A grinning Ava reached up and patted her cheek with a bit too much force.
“Ow,” she managed to quietly yelp.
“Oops, sorry. Sometimes I don’t know my own strength. Now as I was saying. After the way Hector stared at your twins that day, I’m gonna pretend I never uttered the word dibs, but only for tonight. ’Cause you know, the first taste is free.”
“So you’ve told me. This will be the second taste.” If anything happened. Which it wouldn’t.
Ava didn’t miss a beat. “The first and second tastes are free. You want a third, you’ll have to pay.”
“I never doubted it.” Noelle nibbled on her bottom lip. “If I’m not back by morning, send robo-cadaver dogs after my body. Hector’s killed me.”
“With pleasure?”
I wish. No, no, she didn’t wish. They were going to chat, nothing more. “No, with a vengeance stick.”
“Otherwise known as a penis?”
She had to smother her laughter with both hands.
“By the way,” Ava said, “I’m rooting for you. Oh, and I have this strange feeling that you should check your phone for messages. See ya.” She lay back down, but Noelle knew the girl wouldn’t sleep. She’d listen and she’d wait, and if anyone woke up or came inside and noticed Noelle was missing, she’d take care of it.