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one day and decide they’d rather not be where they are and hit the road—he’d be damned if he would live with that fear. Hell no, he’d never be as broken as his father was years back. This notion of his had successfully made sure no one girl had ever uttered the words, “I’m Declan Rawlings’ girl.”
    All at once she looked up. Her gaze slowly dipped over him as a full body blush spread across her ivory skin. Justice gave him a sweet smile as she reached to pull her headphones out, her phone had long since stopped ringing.
    “Hi,” she said shyly.
    This is bad , he thought to himself. The same one word had landed them in a world of trouble in the past.
    He nodded at her book. “Is this your thing? Whip out a novel when hurricanes whistle by?” Talk about taking apathy to the extreme...
    She reddened even more then glanced down and looked up at him from under her long lashes. “Just waiting on my ride.”
    Declan lifted a brow as a pissed smirk emerged on his lips. He knew she was waiting on Murdock, had to be, and that ass was long gone. “I’m the last one out.”
    She knew he was. But since he didn’t seem to understand that she was waiting on him, that her being there was going to cost her in the long run, she feigned a languid surprised expression.
    ***
    J ustice always had to build herself up for a one on one with Declan Rawlings; at least she had to since the pair of them hit puberty. Before then he was the best tree climber she’d ever met, he wasn’t too bad at fishing either. He taught her how to shoot his BB gun, how to use a pocketknife. He even taught her how to play football, like a boss.
    Yet, these days, the thought of him alone made her heart race and her gut twist. When she was close to him, when she felt his dominant vibe and heard his clipped words and found his blue-gray eyes drowned in emotion that didn’t fit the total package of him, he made it hard for her to think much less breathe.
    Without her mental build up she would be crimson and mute in his presence. The ex-tomboy slash shy girl he still saw her as.
    She knew all the Rawlings’ boys vanished after graduation, everyone did. But ever since she overheard Nolan and Declan talking one morning about how Tobias was getting Declan ready for his date, it became real to her.
    She understood the boy she knew would be gone for good. Even if he made it back to Bradyville—which he swore he would not do when he was a kid—he’d never be the same. There would be more edge and more emotion in his stare. He would have seen and done things that Justice could never imagine. And surely some things that would make her blush at the thought of them.
    Before she could offer him one of her well-practiced excuses she had been chanting since she watched him go into the locker room her phone rang again. She had been ignoring it for at least a half hour. Before today, she had been looking for any excuse to have second alone with Declan, to at least tell him she’d be thinking about him, and she’d...miss him.
    She figured when she saw Murdock leave, more than likely thinking she had left with his dad, getting Declan to take her home was not only the best opportunity she had, but more than likely her last.
    It was still a risk. Even if she timed it all right, Declan could have told her no, and even if he did say yes...she’d have to deal with her father if he was home and saw her pull up with him.
    Brent Rose hated the Rawlings’ clan; he blamed them for her mother leaving. Justice heard the story weekly. One of how her mother was a lazy whore looking for an easy ride, how she left him to wallow in poverty.
    Justice knew the truth, though. She knew her mother left because she was abused. Not only could she remember the fear and the yelling when she was little, but her grandmother had told her the real story—the one about the messy divorce and the even nastier custody battle, which ended with her mother’s parents and her father having joint