A Quarrel Called: Stewards Of The Plane Book 1 Read Online Free PDF

than a glance for the guys once
my eyes landed on Tara. She looked hot .
And she had even more of that crazy hair than I remembered. Maybe I would start
calling her Rapunzel. “Hey,” I said, my gaze locked on hers.
    “Hey.” She grinned back, her cheeks going a little pink.
    I made a valiant effort to resist looking to see whether or
not the pink tinge traveled down her neck to her br... Ahem. Crap, failed my
saving throw. Her curves were even curvier than I remembered. Now it was my
turn for my face to get hot.
    I felt a jarring slap on my shoulder and looked to see Sam,
grinning from Tara to me like he'd won some sort of prize. “How's your skillz ?”
    “Depends on the game,” I countered, sneaking a glance back
at Tara, whose smile fell a little.
    “ Road Kill: Vengeance ,”
he said, nodding toward the game deck.
    “Not great. When you get to Omega Wars , though, give me a shout.” I turned back to Tara.
    Sam gave me an absent-minded wave and went back to gaming,
and from the look Rapunzel gave me, I knew I'd made the right choice.

 
    We sat out on the stoop and watched the fireflies buzz
through the air, rowdy hoots and hollers coming from the clubhouse behind us.
It was one of those pauses I usually dreaded, the kind where both people go
silent and you search around for something to say. Except this time, sitting
with Tara, as close as I could get to her without touching, I didn’t feel the
urge to fill the silence with anything. Instead I looked out over the garden,
moonlight illuminating the roses and the patio furniture, yellow lights glowing
in the windows of the house beyond, and I felt supercharged. There was
something in the air, or maybe it was just being so close to Tara, but I swear
I knew every breath she took and could practically feel the heat of her hand
where it sat on her knee, a few inches away from mine. My hand twitched. I
wanted to touch her so bad it was distracting. I took a drink from my soda
instead.
    “So when Melody’s grandmother told me to come out here, she
called this Matthew’s clubhouse? Who’s Matthew?”
    Tara rustled and shifted next to me, and I felt each
movement as if we were connected by strings. The mood changed a little bit and
I turned to look at her, suddenly afraid I had said something wrong. The moonlight
lit her hair up like strands of gold, and the shadow between her breasts
threatened to make me forget my own name. Good Lord, I had never felt like this
around a girl before. What the hell was wrong with me?
    Except I liked it.
    “Matthew is, was, Melody’s older brother. When he graduated
from high school, Melody’s grandparents turned this building into a small
apartment for him so that he could have his own “place.” One day he didn’t come
home from work, and the next day he didn’t come home either…and Melody went to
look for him at his garage. It was a mess. She found a lot of blood and
evidence something really bad had happened, but no Matthew.
    “They did a DNA test, it was
definitely Matthew’s blood, so finally they had a funeral with an empty casket.
For a while no one came out here.” She paused. “And then a few months ago,
Melody and her grandmother packed up Matthew’s personal stuff and decided to
turn the place into a clubhouse. But this is the first time she’s actually used
it. It’s been really hard on her. I’m glad she’s finally—” her hand fluttered
like it was reaching for the right words.
    “Man, that’s rough.” I said, sorry I had brought it up.
    “Yeah, it is.” She got still for a moment, looking off
toward the house and the patio.
    I didn’t want to say the wrong thing, so I said nothing. If
it were me and one of my boys talking, we’d just wait it out.
    Finally she broke the silence. “Hey, they sound like they’re
getting tired of video games in there. Wanna go in
and see?” She smiled, a mischievous glint in her eye.
“I brought something spooky to try now that it’s dark out.”
    Glad for